@ALBUM: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
By Simon and Garfunkel

Transcribed by Daniel A. Turner <silk@eden.rutgers.edu>

@SONG: A Simple Deultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)

I been Normal Mailered, Maxwell Taylored.
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd.
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled will I'm blind.
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed.
That's the hand I use, well, never mind!

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected.
I been Lou Aldered, Barry Sadlered.
Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay.
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce,
And all my wealth won't buy me health,
So I smoke a pint of tea a day.

I knew a man, his brain so small,
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
The doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking
   about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he was.
The main ain't got no culture,
But it's alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.

I been Mic Jaggered, silver daggered.
Andy Warhol, won't you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
Ben Roy Haleed, and Art Garfunkled.
I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone.

@SONG: The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and Feelin' Groovy.

Hello lampost,
What cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' Groovy.

Got no deeds to do.
No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.