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This Hollywood Ain't No Good, I Would Rather Be Like Robin Hood.

I'm A Working Man In My Prime Cleaning Windows.

Well I've Got To Get Out Of The Rat-race Now I'm Tired Of The Ways Of Mice And Men And The Empires All Turning Into Rust Again. Out Of Everything Nothing Remains The Same That's Why I'm Cloud Hidden Cloud Hidden Whereabouts Unknown.

And I Shall Watch The Ferry Boats, And They'll Get High, On A Bluer Ocean Against Tomorrow's Sky. And I Will Never Grow So Old Again, And I Will Walk And Talk, In Gardens All Wet With Rain.

My Ambition When I Started Out Was To Play Two Or Three Gigs A Week. And That's What I'm Doing.