Tekster: Pete Townshend. Evolution.
Well, once I was a stone, many years ago
Into a pool was thrown, many years ago
Time went by and the pool ran dry
Excavated was I and tempered
And beat in the fiery heat
By the hand of a man whose name was Dan
Dan the blacksmith
Well, once I was a daisy, many years ago
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago
But I was on my goat who fell in a moat
And forgetting to float
He sunk like a lead and stayed until dead
And was relieved to find
Well, just how kind it all was
Well, once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival
And once I was a carp and lived in waters on the meadow
And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the Bible
I said, "Pretty boy, pretty boy, Saint Luke"
Then I was born, a human baby, a many years ago
I remember I was born unto a lady, a many years ago
All our hopes were piled on the back of a child
Who turned out to be wild, sent the Devil a prayer
Caused the parson to swear so I took my leave
To lie and thieve on my way to jail
Well, I've been a tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
Known good times and disaster
But now I found a teacher
And my teacher has a master
And the master is perfection
So he'll help us get there faster
Don't need no proof, 'cause it's the truth
And I'll drink to that
Into a pool was thrown, many years ago
Time went by and the pool ran dry
Excavated was I and tempered
And beat in the fiery heat
By the hand of a man whose name was Dan
Dan the blacksmith
Well, once I was a daisy, many years ago
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago
But I was on my goat who fell in a moat
And forgetting to float
He sunk like a lead and stayed until dead
And was relieved to find
Well, just how kind it all was
Well, once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival
And once I was a carp and lived in waters on the meadow
And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the Bible
I said, "Pretty boy, pretty boy, Saint Luke"
Then I was born, a human baby, a many years ago
I remember I was born unto a lady, a many years ago
All our hopes were piled on the back of a child
Who turned out to be wild, sent the Devil a prayer
Caused the parson to swear so I took my leave
To lie and thieve on my way to jail
Well, I've been a tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
Known good times and disaster
But now I found a teacher
And my teacher has a master
And the master is perfection
So he'll help us get there faster
Don't need no proof, 'cause it's the truth
And I'll drink to that
Pete Townshend
Pete Townshend
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