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Jerry Reed

The Semi-Great Predictor

 

The Semi-Great Predictor

(album: Cookin' - 1970)


The man behind the grin had a weapon known as sin
And he called himself the Semi-Great Predictor
He would always try in vain to logically explain
Why Noah saved the Boa constrictor
Now Noah seems to think as they slowly near the brink
Of embarking in an oversized outrigger
That for law and order's sake we must preserve some snakes
It's a thousand years before we'll have the trigger

He's the Semi-Great Predictor self-appointed self-ordained
And he views the world with vision and with tact
He ponders human fate and then profoundly states
That infinity will take up all the slack
Ha ha ha ha ha

When the crowd began to beef and they stated disbelief
And finally policemen intervened
While poultry meat and bread rained down on the Predictor's head
And they took him to the laundry to be cleaned
And somewhere in the scrubbing in the washing and the rubbing
There came a sudden eclipse of the sun
And the ground below us rumbled and above a giant grumbled
Blocking out the heavens with his gun

He's the Semi-Great Predictor self-appointed self-ordained...

And then a little child spoke to the giant and smiled
Said don't be a slave to deeds that others think
So the giant threw down his gun and joined in all the fun
Stood watching as the Great Predictor shrinked
Now in the lost and found you can hear the lonesome sound
Of the trigger with it's stubborn empty clicking
And no one will console the Predictor and his hold
Or swallow any dirt that he is kicking

He's the Semi-Great Predictor self-appointed self-ordained...

It's the other side of infinity boys and reeks with injustice
Dictate and covet my return
To the rivers of your consciousness
To the sanctuary of your mind
Ha ha ha ha ha

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