I don't wanna put another thought
In my head.
The hummingbird is cleared for
Maintenance,
Evacuating long after it made no sense.
It's not so much a load and stay any more
As a gotta-get-down-the-road-before-the-
Temperature-soars.
I don't wanna put a little thought
In your head.
Diplomacy goes even better with drinks
(until the big city trees began to shrink.)
It's not so much a load out and stay
Anymore
It's gotta get down the road before the
Snarling traffic roars.
I don't wanna ask you,
?What you got in your head??
I'm not gonna ask you
A whole bunch of questions.
OK, we agree to disagree....
Giving up....Giving Up the Embassy
Is a whole lot better than,
The Embassy's Surrendering.
Flying home under the approval of the stars,
I couldn't be more at home with the way
Things are so hard.
It's not so much a load-out
And stay anymore
Its a gotta get down the road before
The confetti cannon blows
With litigious force.
I don't wanna ask you,
?What you got in your head??
I don't wanna ask you,
?Whatcha been thinking??
I don't wanna put another
Thought in my head.
I don't wanna put another
Thought in my head
Writer(s): Robert Gordon Sinclair, Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Joseph Paul Langlois, Johnny Fay
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