Lyrics James Taylor

James Taylor

Slap Leather

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