I ran through jungles to warn you

At times, I thought I’d not get through

Most times I felt I fought alone

But in no time they’d come along with mystical chants and ritual dance

Those mimicking, posturing primates

Laurel, buy some ear muffs

Laurel, and some ear plugs

Laurel, live in a sound proof booth

Laurel, lock-out their words from you

Manicked hair, lacking care

But when you sing it’s all they can’t see

I hid, in shock at all they said

I thought those times were gone and dead

They spoke of changing what you wear

Don’t they know you float on air?

They pummel their drums and dig in the dirt

Next year they’ll be hawking the next shirt

Biker boots, giggling goose

But to hear you sing

Is galaxies on seen