The Key Of D Is Daffodil Yellow,

My Hands Look Terrible But I Can Do Anything I Want To Do, So, You Know, I Just Think I'm Playing All Around With More Good Taste And Not Dashing Up And Down The Piano.

So If I Think Of Something In My Head I Don't Have To Do It. If I Can't Do I Don't Do It, I Do Something Else.

Boy, I'm Just Quietly Doing My Thing, And I Hope They'll Look Around And Get My Record Out.

Sometimes Go Around With Guys Who Are Scuffling -- For Awhile. But Usually They End Up Marrying Some Cat With A Factory. This Is The Way World Ends, Not With A Whim But A Banker.

I'm Trying To Get The Record That I Made At My Birthday Party Last Year, Trying To Get That Out, And The Lawyers Are Diddling Around With It And It Probably Won't Be Out Until Next Year. I Don't Know.