He’s a poet, he’s a picker He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
Cause he's a picker
he's a grinner
he's a lover
And he's a sinner
he plays his music in the sun
he's a joker
he's a smoker
he's a midnight toker
he sure don't want to hurt no one