Neil Young

Back in the sixties when we were all hippies

with patched up jeans and long long hair

somebody started a crazy rumor

they were pretty sure they read somewhere

Now I can see it comin’ when people start to say

I made a bet with my best friend

you can settle it just for the record

but they don’t believe me when I tell them

Neil Young is not my brother

we hardly know each other

the DNA is in and he’s not my kin

Neil Young is not my brother

He’s got a ranch in Northern California

where the deer and the buffalo roam

I’ve never been there i hear it’s real nice

I saw a picture in Rolling Stone

Neil Young is not my brother

bad news for my mother

she could use the bucks

he’s rich as Donald Trump

but Neil Young is not my brother

You won’t find me on his Facebook page

no blogs no twitter no passes backstage

If Neil Young was my brother

we’d hang out with one another

I’d drive his electric car and play his vintage guitars

if Neil Young was my brother

Neil Young is not my brother