INTRO Dm7 C(E) / A repeat
Dm7
Now LA. hip and N.Y chic been dancin' lately cheek to cheek
While Midest good ol' boys like me should all be playin' catch up, see?
Subscribe to the Village Voice in throngs and guess who gigs at Madame Wongs?
C(E) A
Well drop your pens and pant designs and drop six words in your open minds:
Dm
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
C(E) A
To the Hollywood school teachin' everythings cool.
D
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
C(E) A
To the Greenwich mockingbird who has gotta have the last word.
Dm C(E) A
Got your head together now, got a way that's better now
Dm C(E) A
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
D C(E) A
Dm C(E) A
You save the whales, you save the seals, you save whatever's cute and squeals
But you kill that thing that's in the womb Would not want no aby boom
Good, bad, laugh and scorn, blame yourself for kiddie porn
Convenience is the law you keep and your compassion's ankle deep.
Dm
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
C(E) A
Wrap it in a fine philosophy
D
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
C(E) A
But your bottom line still says me, me, me
Dm C(E) A
Got your head together now, got a way that's better now
Dm C(E) A
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
Dm
You march if all the streets are full, a two-but closet radical
A
No time to check the end result, expediency is your catapult.
Dm
Convictions make your skin to crawl, you act like you're above it all.
A
You say faith is a crutch for a mind that's closed
You guzzle your crutch and shove it up your nose.
Dm
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
C(E) A
To my left-wing band with their head in the sand
D
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
C(E) A
To the "Might makes right" playing' chicken delight
Dm C(E) A
Got your head together now, got a way that's better now
Dm C(E) A
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
C(E) A
Dm7 C(E) A
Can't understand those Christians so you type us all in stereo
Dm7 C(E) A
They're hyppocrites. They're such a bore Well, come on in, there's room for one more.
Dm C(E) A
Bap Rap, uh huh!
Dm C(E) A
Dm7 C(E) A
So now you're mad, who is this guy to bake us all in one big pie?
Dm7 C(E) A
You think I care? Forget it, hon! You've just been shot with your own gun!
Dm C(E) A
Bap Rap, uh huh!
Dm C(E) A
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