Ride by Robyn Hitchcock
courtesy of Arif Jamal Ansari
Ride (R. Hitchcock)
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You don't have to go anywhere
you don't have to do anything
All you've got to do in this world is Ride
All you've got to do is Ride
It's the end of a lond, hard decade -
and before the next long, hard decade
By the end of which a million creatures
yet unborn will die
All you've got to do is Ride
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me -
that's what all the papers say
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me -
please don't let me get away
But if you don't love yourself
What's the use in someone else
Loving you?
You don't have to sharpen yourself -
you're imbedded deep as it is
All you've got to do in this world is Ride
All you've got to do is Ride
You don't have to worship a cheque -
you don't have to sleep with a judge
All you've got to do in this world is Ride
All you've got to do is Ride
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me -
that's what everybody says
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me -
please don't let me get away
But if you don't love yourself
What's the use in someone else
Loving you?
So put down your hands, pick up your head - and Ride
Sitting in a carriage in the pouring rain -
In Swindon
With an anorak
Better ride on ho - o - me (x4)
Terry Marks
a013645t@bcfreenet.seflin.lib.fl.us