“Soul-Writer’s Birthday”

Lyrics

While ridin’ on a donkey with a prized golden mane
I saw a prima donna who was actin’ quite insane
Callin’ out for all to hear a name that made no sense
While holdin’ up for all to see a broken circus tent

It was soul writer’s birthday
On the twenty-fifth of June

I saw brightly colored neon lights pickle through his hair
Castin’ wiggly shaped shadows here, there, and everywhere
Leadin’ little children to the park, watchin’ out for rain
Tellin’ fairy tales and preachin’ love amongst some other things

It was soul writer’s birthday
On the twenty-fifth of June
It was soul writer’s birthday
On the twenty-fifth of June

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He’s livin’ in a Canyon house with cats and whirlybirds
Strung out behind incredible, as his favorite word
Lookin’ down and growin’ up with one eye partly blind
Eatin’ chocolate covered grass and lovin’ porcupines

It was soul writer’s birthday
On the twenty-fifth of June
It was soul writer’s birthday
On the twenty-fifth of June

Soul writer’s birthday
Soul writer’s birthday

Personnel

Musicians (1)

Writers (1)

Appearances