Lyrics John Popper

John Popper

His Own Ideas

A man can't dance without the chance

Before you stands the man you see

But that man don't mean shit to me

Nothing more than a parody

Just peeking over a steep wall to see

And he's in love with his own ideas

Yeah, he's in love with his own ideas

Good and evil just a way to choose

And some he'll remember and some others he'll lose

He's in love with his own ideas

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Leap the candle, pull off your trick

He burns himself up upon the wick

The lesson learned but it just won't stick

And he's in love with his own ideas

Yeah, he's in love with his own ideas

Good and evil just a way to choose

And some he'll remember and some others he'll lose

He's in love with his own ideas

The cloth is sharp and it cuts both ways

Goes off whenever a banjo plays

The sinner rejoice as the wise man prays

Two groups of alley cats taking in strays

And each in love with his own ideas

Before you beats a fearful heart

Fearful you'll tear it apart

But don't you rush and now don't you start

Cuz he's a little bit shy and a little bit smart

And he's in love with his own ideas

Yeah, he's in love with his own ideas

Good and evil just a way to choose

And some he'll remember and some others he'll lose

He's in love with his own ideas

He's in love

He's in love

He's in love