There There My Dear

Robin, hope you don't mind me writing It's just, there's more than one thing I need to ask you Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes You're so anti-fashion, so wear flares Instead of dressing down all the same It's just by looking like that I can express my dissat(isfaction) Robin let me explain But you'd never see in a million years Keep quoting Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir Kerouac, Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie And I don't believe you really like Frank Sinatra. Robin, you're always so happy, how the hell You're like a dumb dumb patriot Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes You're supposed to be so angry, why not fight? Let me benefit from your right You know the only way to change things Is to shoot men who arrange things Robin, I'd try and explain And you'd never see in a million years. Well, you've made your rules, but we don't know that game But then I'd listen to your records But your logics far too lame I'd only waste three valuable minutes of my life with your insincer(ity) You see Robin, I've been searching for the young soul rebels I've been searching everywhere I can't find them anywhere, where have you hidden them? Maybe, maybe you should Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision Welcome the new soul vision Welcome the new soul vision Welcome the new soul vision You know the only way to change things Is to shoot men who arrange things Robin, I'd try and explain And you'd never see in a million years