Hey I ain’t gonna cry no more
Hey I ain’t gonna cry no more
My sweet babe left and my life is a bore
but I swear to you lord I ain’t gonna cry no more
Words is substitution for yer funny kind of tears
And yer cryin onstage in front of yer peers
but that ain’t where I’m at, son,
I’d rather write about it and spin a wordy tale
thats more truth than fiction of course
but regardless
its how I’m gonna roll
And the hep jazzy bros around campus with their boards
and their backwards hats
march two by two like ants, no like mice,
right by the hep artsy fellers who stand around and smoke cigs
lookin cool, straight out of 1994
and they’re so caught up in themselves that they ain’t got the time
to notice the hep older folk trying to wade the river
of youth and hepness that doesn’t even seem appreciative
of all that them older folks gave ‘em
damn kids don’t know shit about hep
Hey! Hep folks! Cross yer river
with a stick! Hey! Hep! Hep! Hooray!
Its all a phony photograph
but that ain’t a scene, baby, that ain’t a problem
because life is but a dream
and life is but a dream
and i know it and you know it that we’re in some fishbowl
thats big and blue and it makes sense! Our planet is big and blue!
Life is a dream, baby, so be hep while you still can!
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