Bobby

I was walking through the forest Having some fun When I saw that New York critic All slumped over a stump, yeah All of my friends had a swinging axe to grind They [inaudible] themselves about who should be the first in line 'Cause you made a living off dying to a-chop us down Better turn your head, old man Bobby, 'cause it's your turn now I said, Now wait a minute my friends now now not so fast Ain't there some kind of better way for us to get back? Let's give him a guitar and see if he can write a song And if he gets an F well I guess that'll be his swan song 'Cause you made a living off dying to chop us down Better turn your head, old man Bobby, 'cause it's your turn now You're just a critic in a critical time (old man Bobby) And I know that your head's on the line (old man Bobby) Well listen Bobby now I've got a new song That you ain't gonna like You're just a critic in a critical time (old man Bobby) And I know that your head's on the line (old man Bobby) Oh but Bobby listen I got a new song That's gonna blow your mind Hendrix was there with his axe in the air He said, "Fight like a bomber now" (fight like a bomber now) McCartney was there with his axe in the air He said, "We can't work it out" (we can't work it out) Thurston was there with his axe in the air Saying, "Expressway to your skull" (expressway) But Lennon was the hero of the working class He set down his guitar and he picked up an axe And he sang, "Instant karma, Bobby, ain't it coming down fast?"