There There My Dear

Robin, hope you don't mind me writing
It's just, there's more than one thing I need to ask you
Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
You're so anti-fashion, so wear flares
Instead of dressing down all the same
It's just by looking like that I can express my dissat(isfaction)
Robin let me explain
But you'd never see in a million years
Keep quoting Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs
J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir
Kerouac, Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie
And I don't believe you really like Frank Sinatra.
Robin, you're always so happy, how the hell
You're like a dumb dumb patriot
Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
You're supposed to be so angry, why not fight?
Let me benefit from your right
You know the only way to change things
Is to shoot men who arrange things
Robin, I'd try and explain
And you'd never see in a million years.
Well, you've made your rules, but we don't know that game
But then I'd listen to your records
But your logics far too lame
I'd only waste three valuable minutes of my life with your insincer(ity)
You see Robin, I've been searching for the young soul rebels
I've been searching everywhere
I can't find them anywhere, where have you hidden them?
Maybe, maybe you should
Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision
Welcome the new soul vision
Welcome the new soul vision
Welcome the new soul vision
You know the only way to change things
Is to shoot men who arrange things
Robin, I'd try and explain
And you'd never see in a million years