Music

Music is the cure
The economist said
So I turned the radio on
And stood on my head

Music is the sound and the fury
It's the judge and the jury
It's the jingle jangle morning
And I'm following you

Music is the dark
Music is the light
Music is the thing
That makes it all, all right.

So I sing and dance
And strum and hum
I'll give up on romance
And I'll stop being a bum.

I nod to the beat
Like a tom tom on heat
I breathe so it's neat
I wear out my feet

Music is our family
Our history, our theology
Call it naive
This deep sensual need.