The Ballad of Mad Dogs and Englishmen sing and play along

Kids and planes and runway strikes,

flashy pimps and fam'ly fights,

spotted dogs and bloodshot eyes,

our space captain laughs and tries

to understand the scheme of things.

And just in time the scene has changed.

The bus is here;

bring the beer.

Sherman's reading Shakespeare.

Movie makers, booby shakers,

and sexy airplane ticket takers,

union members, Leo Fender's pride and joy,

electric toy.

Teachers and learners and incense burners,

religious leaders and chronic bleeders,

thieves and pirates

on a ride;

it's a hippie commune,

bona fide.

My life and time,

the war death dealers,

rockpop correspondence feelers.

But Okies and Limeys,

curtain climbers, Stones and future Dominoes,

I know which way the wind blows,

stolen cola no one knows,

but it's still a shady crew.

'Cause I love her and she

loves you.

Just myself and forty friends in the name of Cocker Power

out here on

the road again

with mad dogs and Englishmen.