Hoot

Late autumn evening and

I'm singing a song

To the Bakerman

Tell me Doctor,

Can you write a song for me?

Hoot, baby!

Now it's late and

My feathers are down for the night!

Hoot, baby!

Won't you come again another time?

Well can you pass me along

A connection to your buddy, the President?

Leave a message

You know he hasn't got the time!

North Star! You can play the guitar

You know you're talented

Hit up your network

Break out and take it Mighty High

No mental illness,

No pie in the sky, we've won the lottery

Just keep on playin'

You know that things will turn out right

Lace up your shoes and

Watch out for the News directed at you

Let's go outside and catch a fire in the night

We'll go outside and save it for another night

Let's go outside and see the stars are shining bright

Let's go outside and everything will be alright