fools and friends

hyman naugthon sat down to write a song

with the help of some expensive words

he was comin' right along

he wrote about his troubles

and then he wrote of death

he wrote about his love affairs

and then about himself

he played his favorite two chords

he played them back and forth

he sang his verse and banged the strings until his voice was hoarse

and them some unexpected changes

that hardly made good sense

and he proudly viewed coarse fingertips to be used as evidence

i'm speaking of the gentle

fools are rude and mean

i don't know if i'd make a judge

it's only what i've seen

yeah

sha-sha

hey-yeah

there's love inside of everyone for yourself or someone else

and they'll want to take you with them

on their side of the fence

but a friend of mine once told me

if your neighbor's house should burn

he'd want your house to follow

depressed was i to learn

friends all around who fear my cold condemning stare

handed down from older men

they seem to insane to care

then again i don't understand

my mind must be truly dense

but i think what they call genius

is simple common sense

i'm speaking of the gentle

fools are rude and mean

i don't know if i'd make a judge

it's only what i've seen

yeah

sha-sha

hey-yeah