(Or How I Was Robert McNamara´d into Submission)

I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored.
I been John O´Hara´d, McNamara´d.
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I´m blind.

I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, ´cause I´m left-handed.
That´s the hand I use, well, never mind!

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected.
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered.
Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay.
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce,
And all my wealth won´t buy me health,
So I smoke a pint of tea a day.

I knew a man, his brain was so small,
He couldn´t think of nothing at all.
He´s not the same as you and me.
He doesn´t dig poetry. He´s so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you´re talking about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he was.

The man ain´t got no culture,
But it´s alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.

I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered.
Andy Warhol, won´t you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled.
I just discovered somebody´s tapped my phone.

I lost my harmonica, Albert.