Our Candidate

(альбом: The Spirit Of '67 - 1966)

There was a mystery salesman the motorcycle rider a candidate and Doctor No
They all got together to check into life just to see what made things go
The first place they went was to the Clancy's just to pay their last respects
You see she was a dying of the dirty grip and doesn't have much time left
And they all said hello as they walked out the door each one thinking that he wasn't coming back no more

Now the salesman quickly ducked into alleyways just to keep out of debtors' hands
And the motorcycle rider just a drove away fast claiming that he made no stance
Well, they both ran out of potential friends in the matter of just one day
Well, it came to the truth, there was nothing left, they couldn't find a place to stay
But they both looking through distorted glass trying to make things the way, but I know that this can't last

Hey, our candidate was standing in a good position, he started to do things right
But along came the doctor shining up a pistol with a platform in his sights
Pretty soon he was a listening to ev'ry word that the doctor was laying down
And before he could do any good for the people, he was trying to bring them down
Well, I don't know what the world'll soon be but only soon the Doctor know you have a better chance to be free

No! no! no! no! no! to Doctor No, no! no! no!
No! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! to Doctor No...