Here's a little song I wrote Ain't got no place to lay your head |
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style |
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter |
I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better" |
Little boxes on the hill-side, There's a green one and a pink one And the people in the houses And there's doctors and there's lawyers |
And they all play on the golf-course, And the children go to summer camp And the boys go into business, There's a green one and a pink one |
You say "yes", I say "no" You say "stop" and I say "go, go, go" Oh no You say "goodbye" and I say "hello" I don't know why you say "goodbye", I say "hello" |
I say "high", you say "low" You say "why?" and I say "I don't know" Oh no You say "goodbye" and I say "hello" I don't know why you say "goodbye", I say "hello" |
When the night has come and the land is dark |
When the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall |