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Fools And FriendsHyman Naugthon sat down to write a songWith the help of some expensive words He was comin' right along He wrote about his troubles And then he wrote of death He wrote about his love affairs And then about himself He played his favorite two chords He played them back and forth He sang his verse and banged the strings until his voice was hoarse And them some unexpected changes That hardly made good sense And he proudly viewed coarse fingertips to be used as evidence I'm speaking of the gentle Fools are rude and mean I don't know if I'd make a judge It's only what I've seen Yeah, sha-sha, hey-yeah There's love inside of everyone for yourself or someone else And they'll want to take you with them On their side of the fence But a friend of mine once told me If your neighbor's house should burn He'd want your house to follow Depressed was I to learn Friends all around who fear my cold condemning stare Handed down from older men, they seem to insane to care Then again I don't understand My mind must be truly dense But I think what they call genius Is simple common sense I'm speaking of the gentle Fools are rude and mean I don't know if I'd make a judge It's only what I've seen Yeah, sha-sha, hey-yeah ... |