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Lletres: Shel Silverstein. My Mind Keeps Movin'.

I walk into a restaurant with chicken on my mind.
Look at the menu - I want roast beef and wine.
Waitress comes, I order baked beans and bread.
When she brings it, I want ham and eggs instead.

Because my mind keeps a-movin', bouncin' and a-groovin',
Flippin' Floppin' every which way.
From minute to minute
If my mind ain't really in it,
Never know just what I'm do or say.

Sometimes I wake up happy.
Sometimes I wake up mean .
Sometimes I wake up missin' somethin' I ain't seen.
Might wake up wasted,
And I might wake up dead.
Might wake up and look around
And jump back into bed.

Because my mind keeps a-movin', bouncin' and a-groovin',
Flippin' Floppin' every which way.
From minute to minute
If my mind ain't really in it,
Never know just what I do or say.

Sittin' home at midnight thinkin' 'bout Marie.
Go to the I 'phone Carol-Lee .
I say "Come by , baby, just as fast as you can!"
When she gets there I'm thinkin' 'bout Ann!

Because my mind keeps a-movin', bouncin' and a-groovin',
Flippin' Floppin' every which way .
From minute to minute
If my mind ain't really in it,
Never know just what I do or say.

Fly away to Paris just to get away from home.
Get off in London and I grab a boat for Rome.
Go to St Louis. Be in St Paul.
Or else take a trip and go no place at all!

Because my mind keeps a-movin', bouncin' and a-groovin'
Flippin' Floppin' every which way.
From minute to minute
If my mind ain't really in it,
Never know just what I do or say.

I go to a psychiatrist to straighten my head.
Then I decide I need a chiropractor instead.
Put salt in my coffee and ketchup in my tea.
Only dig a chick that don't dig me!

Because my mind keeps a-movin', bouncin' and a-groovin'
Flippin' Floppin' every which way.
From minute to minute
If my mind ain't really in it,
Never know just what I do or say.

Sometimes I don't shave and I look kinda weird.
So I shave off my hair and I grow a beard.
Shave off my beard... dye my eyebrows green.
Play myself a song upon a tambourine.

Because my mind keeps a-movin', bouncin' and a-groovin'
Flippin' Floppin' every which way.
From minute to minute
If my mind ain't really in it,
Never know just what I do or say.

Dahdali-doo . . . (fade)