Insert flap A into slot 2B,
Roll me, roll me, roll me toward my destiny,
I'm a room for your love, I'm a factory for war,
A hungry artist knocking at the rich man's door,
A morality play, a pornography store,
A scorched earth fire in the nuclear core.
I'm your very own living multipurpose man,
Your cowardly lion and your blemished lamb,
And I'll be saved, and I'll be damned,
I'm your very own living multipurpose man.
Fold panel 3 along the dotted line,
Drink me, drink me, drink me, I'm a cheap red wine,
An alcoholic dream, a promissory note,
A discouraging word in a mercenary's throat,
A hangman's noose on an old, frayed rope,
A zephyr wind and a paper boat.
I'm your very own living multipurpose man,
Your cowardly lion and your blemished lamb,
And I'll be saved, and I'll be damned,
I'm your very own living multipurpose man.
Bad smell fogging up the vestibule,
Demigods, demagogues, wise man, fool,
The paper shredding keeper of the golden rule,
So, roll me, roll me, roll me on back to you.
I'm your very own living multipurpose man,
Your cowardly lion and your blemished lamb,
And I'll be saved, and I'll be damned,
I'm your very own living multipurpose man.
Bad smell fogging up the vestibule,
Demigods, demagogues, wise man, fool,
The paper shredding keeper of the golden rule,
So, roll me, roll me, roll me on back to you.
Hook my spring between the flim and flam,
Wind me up, wind me, I'm a monkey band,
A mad whirling dervish and a hard day's night,
A kamikaze pilot on his thirteenth flight,
An electrical storm,
Ben Franklin's kite,
A doomsday clock at twelve midnight,
Fill me up, fill me, I'm a white trash can,
A klu klux clown and an also ran, yeah,
I'm yesterdays news,
I'm a small foot note
A deejay caring less about this song I wrote.
