Shall Be Free No Lyrics

song lyrics I Shall Be Free No. 10 lyrics I m just average, common too I m just like him, the same as you I m everybody s brother and son I ain t different than anyone It ain t no use a-talking to me It s just the same as talking to you. I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I m gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you d better run 99, 100 101, 102, your ma won t even recognize you 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleenf. Well, I don t know, but I ve been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold< I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first Wowee! pretty scary ! Now, I m liberal, but to a degree I want ev rybody to be free But if you think that I ll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door and mary my daughter You must think I m crazy ! I wouldn t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba. Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did the Cat instead He s a weird monkey, very funky. I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist And my wig-hat falling in my face But they wouldn t let me on the tennis court. I gotta woman, she s so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I m nude Puts bubblegum in my food She s funny, wants my money, calls me honey. Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf I ve got a million friends ! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister s home I got knocked down and my head was swimmin I wound up with the Dean of Women Yippee ! I m a poet, and I know it Hope I don t blow it. I m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So I look like a walking mountain range And I m gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club and the golf course Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds. You re probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What s probably got you baffled more What this thing here is for It s nothing It s something I learned over in England song lyrics