Anyone can have an opinion
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay or just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump

But did you read the stuff that Julie said
Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?
They don't give a ****, Keith Moon is dead
Is that exactly what I thought I read?

Typewriter tappers, you're all just crappers
You listen to love with your intellect
A4 pushers, you're all just cushions
Morality ain't measured in a room, he wrecked

Anyone can buy some leather
Ain't no better than wearing sheep
Anyone can sell lucky heather
You can see that words are cheap

But did you read the stuff that Julie said
Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?
They have a standard of perfection there
That you and me can never ever share

Typewriter bangers on, you're all just hangers on
Everyone's human 'cept Jools and Jim
Late copy churners, rock and roll learners
Your heart's are melting in pools of gin

But I know for sure that if we met up eye to eye
A little wine would bring us closer, you and I
'Cos you're right, hypocrisy will be the death of me
And theirs an' I before E when you're spelling ecstasy
And you, you two

Did you hear the stuff that Krishna said
Or know for you that Jesus blood was shed?
Is it in your heart or in your head?
Or does the truth lie in the center spread?

Anyone can have an opinion
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay or just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump

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