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Jefferson Airplane Volunteers A Song For All Seasons Well the word was out on the street today All the friends that I'd met would have to say While your records line the shelves You're fighting amongst yourselves That's a hell of a lot of dues for you to pay Well the word my friend you know is on the street It's on the lips of everyone I meet While you're climbin up the chart Your band just fell apart I guess your life just ain't really that complete You know your car with which I was impressed Well I hear that it's gonna be repossessed Well I thought you had it made But you ain't even paid For the things that you've bought Since the acid test I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay And your lead singer's bulge turns the censors grey Wall that's really a doggone shame But who's there left to blame And all you ever really wanted was just to play They say your drummer he's crazy as a loon Last night they found him baying at the moon As as for your lead guitar He just cracked up his car But he should be out of traction very soon Well my friend it's time for me to go I just can't be late for my evening show You see I've written this tune And I hope that very soon I'll be heard on Top 40 radio |
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