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Here comes the wayward Son
And heâs going to find direction at last
âHey kids kick it all around cause Iâm going to read my paper before I look through the lensâ
Like Hemmingway would always say
â Hey, you know, you know that the Man makes the workâ
Your naysayers donât get your groovinâ
As your reaching for your elephant gun
He was just, just, just, just, just so to the point itâs scary
Just so, say it isnât âUh Hoâ
Just so to the point itâs scary
[(To the point)] itâs scary
Girl One, she loved you true
And you were lost in her smile till along came number Two
Sense a rift, you didnât write it in the script
Then came number Three and sheâs lapping up your Cocktail Blues
Showed the door to number Four
Cute little number, you were looking for a higher score
Met a Crocodile, happy for a little while
Now sheâs getting snappy and sheâs making allegations
Just, just, just, just so to the point itâs scary
She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb (sing her a long song)
She was just so to the point itâs scary
[(To the point)] itâs scary
Listen John you could my Saviour
Making with my Flavia, scenes from Scandinavia
Winds blow, she come from the Seven Seas
Uh oh, Vikings in the Hebrides
Press keys, spell check, press send, âWe still friends?â
No reply, guts spilled, sheâs strong willed, itâs not a thrill to love her
A broken heart, I headed for a foreign land
A New York Tempeh sandwhich so take me to Angelicaâs (300 East 12th Street)
Houston we donât have a problem, Tom Hanks, no thanks
To the promise of a better world (Goodbye Apollo 13)
Cute girl said âCome to Philadelphiaâ
I took the Gamble then she took the Huff [(Leon Huff)]
Mancunian Polish Sex Priestess, pulled down her dress said
âEnough is enoughâ
She was just, she was just, just, just, just so to the point itâs scary
She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb
She was just so to the point it scared me
[(To the point)] itâs scared me
[(To the point)] itâs scared me
Hey John, Iâm kissing out of tune
Wonât you tell me your prescription, tell me what Iâm missing
âHey Boy, you gotta hear what I say
You gotta fill your ears with marrow from a cow killed in the hayâ
May Horse, sheâs a mean little apple
Hatful, capful, three bushel bagfuls
Hold my hand letâs pray to the saints
She said âGet yourself a backbone, you ainât no invertebrateâ