I be Dr. Newt. And me brothers let me tell ye the tale. In me 4000 years on earth I've seen the likes of a many. But Ireland be the place for me lads. The Irish be a very fond of their country, their women, and of course, their drink!
In my time of dying I saw the ocean over the hills and far away. Dancing days were here again, But I had no quarter to climb the stairway to heaven. The song remains the same as I wear my kashmir and walk my black dog to the houses of the holy. I enjoy my custard pie but there was a communication breakdown down by the seaside so I apted to night flight. With ten years gone I saw my black country woman trampled under foot at the battle of evermore, but her rock and roll style really gave me a whole lotta love. So I being the rover, dazed and confused, picked up four sticks and I was going to California. How many more times will be good times, bad times when the levee breaks.You shook me on the black mountain side and believe me, your time is gonna come, cause I can't quit you baby. You really are a heartbreaker but that's what is and never should be. So I just ramble on and bring it on home because instead of limes, I sing the lemon song. Friends said, "no man, play the immigrant song!" cause they were from Ireland and had never eaten a tangerine.That's the way I've felt since I've been loving you and soon to come is our celebration day. Then out on the tiles, I saw Moby Dick hanging from the gallows pole. I went to the misty mountain hop and danced the bron-y-aur stomp, and shouted "hats off to Roy Harper." I was sick again but it was nobody's fault but mine, for your life consisted of tea for one. I'm gonna crawl south bound suarez like a fool in the rain, wearing and tearing, doing walter's walk, eating a hot dog in the evening at royal orleans on a candy store rock. All my love can't show hots on for nowhere, but we're gonna groove Darlene, like an ozone baby at Achille's last stand.
"who's more foolish? the fool, or the fool who follows him?"
