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He's the of the protest singers,
Selling and commitment,
He don't get much these days,
He's as a novelty act,
And he stands with his thumb out,
a ride towards the rainbow,
That only he shining there,
say he's a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh....

Yes he's the last of the singers,
Staring, as strumming,
For he sees the clouds coming now,
And he says he those first few drops,
He he cannot reach them,
So he to sing out louder,
And I say, "you're getting boy,
He says, "should I up and stop?"
Oh, oh, oh...

But I say, "that's really not good enough, cause there's enough of that of stuff"
And I say, "that's really not good enough, cause enough of that kind of stuff"
And he says, "I can't believe cares anymore,
And he says, "I believe nobody shares anymore,
And he says, "I can't believe nobody like before,
He says, "I can't believe really true, don't you care anymore?"

Yes he's the of the protest singers,
But I believe him,
As he on his cold street corner saying,
"It's I say not what I am",
But at night, I hold him,
He shivers and his crying and says,
"Should I just some rock and roll,
cause nobody gives a damn?"
Oh, oh, oh...

Yes he's the last of the singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get much these days,
He's as a novelty act,
And he stands with his thumb out,
Hitching a ride the rainbow,
That only he shining there,
say he's a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh...

There's of that kind of stuff!