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Talent Is An Asset

 

Talent Is An Asset

(album: Kimono My House - 1974)


Albert is smart, he's a genius
Watch Albert putter, an obvious genius
Someday he will reassess the world
And he'll still have time for lots of girls

When he grows up he'll remember us
When he grows up we are sure that he'll remember us

We made sure that Albert wore his mac
We kept all the strangers off his back

[Chorus:]
(Go away)
Everything's relative
(Go away Albert's mother does say to me)
We are his relatives and he don't need any non-relatives

Talent is an asset
You've got to understand that
Talent is an asset
And little Albert has it
Talent is an asset
And Albert surely has it

One day he'll sever his apron strings
All of the while he'll be scribbling things, genius things
Look at Albert, isn't he a sight
Growing, growing at the speed of light

[Chorus:]
(Go away)
Everything's relative
(Go away Albert's mother does say to me)
We are his relatives and he don't need any non-relatives

Talent is an asset
And little Albert has it

Talent is relative
That's hypothetical
We are his relatives
That's parenthetical
Spare your superlatives
There's the receptacle
There's the receptacle

Leave Albert's study room
Leave Albert's happy home
Leave Albert's neighborhood
Leave Albert's city, too
Leave Albert's country seat
Leave Albert's coun-ter-y
Leave Albert's continent
Leave Albert's hemisphere
Leave Albert's planet, too
Leave Albert's universe

No one must see him now
Only the medical
No one must downgrade him
Don't be to cynical
Don't be to critical
Cancel the magazines
They're much to political
Don't buy him any jeans
They're much to casual
Talent is relative
That's hypothetical
We are his relatives
That's parenthetical

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