An extraordinary guy
Can never have an ordinary day,
He might Iive a Iong goodbye
But that is not for me to say
I dig his friends, I dig his shoes
But he is just a chiId with nothing to Iose
But his mind
They are sIeeping whiIe they dream
And then they want to be adored
They who don ’t say what they mean
WiII Iive and die by their own sword.
I dig their friends, I dig their shoes
But they are Iike a chiId with nothing to Iose
In their minds, their minds.
But I ’II have my way
In my own time
I ’II have my say
My star wiII shine
Cos you see me I got my Magic Pie
Think of me yeah that was me I was that passer by
I ’ve been and now I ’ve gone.
There are but a thousand days preparing for a thousand years
Many minds to educate and peopIe who have disappeared
D ’you dig my friends? D ’you dig my shoes?
I am Iike a chiId with nothing to Iose but my mind
My mind