Richard Clapton
Hardly Know Myself
The sailors and thieves are all laughin' out loudFrom their Paddington pub on the cornerIf you give 'em a wink, they will know what you meanThey'll be after you little Jack HornerThe Jack Kerouac boys are a truckin' on downTo somewhere they've read in a storyBut leave 'em alone, they can't do you no harmLet 'em have their Bohemian gloryI've got to get up on my feetPick myself up from the streetWhat's goin' on, I can't tellBut I hardly know myselfI heard myself sing, but my words weren't too clearI wish I just knew what it means nowI try and I try to get out from insideThough I guess I'll decipher it somehow
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