Everybody thinks my head's full of nothin' Wants to put his special stuff in Fill the space with candy wrappers Keep out sex and revolution But there's no hole in my head Too bad They call me a dupe of this and the other Call me a puppet on a string, they They don't know my head's full of me And that I have my own special thing And there's no hole in my head Too bad I have lived since early childhood Figuring out what's going on, I I know what hurts, I know what's easy When to stand and when to run And there's no hole in my head Too bad So please stop shouting in my ear, there's Something I want to listen to, there's A kind of birdsong up somewhere, there's Feet walking the way I mean to go And there's no hole in my head Too bad Everybody thinks my head's full of nothin' Wants to put his special stuff in Fill the space with candy wrappers Keep out sex and revolution But there's no hole in my head Too bad