With profound apologies to Mr. Dylan.:
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man
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Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, bang a gong for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain't no job I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Mandarin Tan, play a funeral song for me
And in your jingle jangle moaning, I’ll be haunting you
Though I know that the US Empire is turning into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand, and not working
The arrogance amazes me, I’m dumbfounded on my feet
Seeing kids with no food to eat
Their American dream - too dead for reaching
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, bang a gong for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain't no job I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Mandarin Tan, play a funeral song for me
And in your jingle jangle moaning, I’ll be haunting you
Take me for a trip, upon your alcoholic drip
My home is now a joke, my paycheck gone in smoke,
My brain too numb for coke
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own charade; cast your lying crap my way
I promise to go under, with it
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, bang a gong for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain't no job I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Mandarin Tan, play a funeral song for me
And in your jingle jangle moaning I’ll be haunting you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just the crazies having fun
At those who but for the sky have no roofs for sheltering
And if you hear vague traces of oozing trails of slime
During your cocktail time, it’s just a tea-bagged clown’s behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind
It’s just the bullshit that he’s selling
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, bang a gong for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain't no job I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Mandarin Tan, play a funeral song for me
And in your jingle jangle moaning, I’ll be haunting you
Then send me disappearing through the booze rings of your mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen sneers
That haunt the frightened lees, of life's forgotten lost
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, I’ll die beneath the diamond sky, with my hands still waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, encircled by the snarls of Teahadist shit
With my memory and fate beneath the waves,
Let me die today, and forget about tomorrow
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, bang a gong for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain't no job I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Mandarin Tan, play a funeral song for me
And in your jingle jangle moaning, i’ll be haunting you.
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