Hey, hey, baby, how you doin', come on in here Got some hot chocolate on the stove waitin' for ya Listen, first things first, let me hang up that coat Yeah, 'n' how's your day today, did ya miss me? Oh, you did, yeah, I missed you, too I missed you so much I followed you today That's right Now close your mouth Cause you cold busted That's right, now sit down here Sit down here So upset with you I don't know what to do 'n' my first impulse was to run up on you And do a Rambo Whip out the jammy and flat-blast both of you But I ain't wanna mess up this thirty-seve hundred dollar lynx coat So instead, I chilled That's right, chilled, then I went to the bank Took out every dime And then I went and canceled all those credit cards Yeah All your charge accounts Yeah I stuck you up for every piece of jewelry I ever bought you Yeah That's right, everything Everything Did fool out with me Naw, don't go, you ever go, don't go looking in that closet Cause you ain't got nothing in there Everything you came here with-- Is packe dup and waiting for you in the guest room That's right, what was you thinking about, huh? What were you tryin' to prove, huh? You's with the Juice 'n' I gave you silk suits, Gucci handbags, blue diamonds I gave you things you couldn't even pronounce Now I can't give you nothin' but advice Cause you're still young That's right, you're still young I hope you learn a valuable lesson from all this You know? Gonna find someone like me one of these days Until then, know what you gotta do? You gotta get on outta here with that Alley-cat-coat wearin' Hush-puppy-shoe-wearing' Crumb cake I saw you with Cause you dismissed That's right, silly rabbit Tricks are made for kids, don't you know that? You without me: like cornflake without the milk It's my world--you just a squirrel, tryin' to get a nut Now get on outta here Ah! Don't touch that coat! They don't write em like that anymore
Hard to think that Ian Anderson turned down the chance to play Woodstock because he couldn’t stand hippies.
Agreed. Just difficult looking at him to think he didn’t like long haired hippie types. Bob Dylan, man of the people, who lived in Woodstock, where it wasn’t held, used to complain about hippies lounging about disturbing his peace and quiet.
