Slap Leather Lyrics by James Taylor

Slap Leather Lyrics

    Take all the money that we need for school
    And to keep the street people in out of the cold
    Spend it on a weapon you can never use
    Make the world an offer that they can't refuse
    Open up the door and let the shark-men feed
    Hoover of the future in the land of greed
    Sell the ponderosa to the japanese
    Slap leather, head for that line of trees, yeah
    Slap leather
    Go on ron
    Just about to go myself

    Turn the whole wide world into a tv show
    So it's just the same game wherever you go
    You never meet a soul that you don't already know
    One big advertisement for the status quo
    As if these celebrities were your close friends
    As if you knew how the story ends
    As if you weren't sitting in a room alone
    And there was somebody real at the other end of the phone, yeah
    Squibnocket
    Phone sex
    Just about to dial your number

    Get all worked up so we can go to war
    We find something worth killing for
    Tie a yellow ribbon around your eyes
    Big mcfalafel and a side of fries
    Yeah, big mcfalafel
    Stormin' norman
    I just love a parade
    Slap leather
    Phone love
    Big mcfalafel
    Just about to dial myself

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