Текст песни Slap Leather (Live) - James Taylor

Take all the money that we need for school
To keep the people in outta the cold
Spend it on a weapon you can never use
Make the world an offer that they can′t refuse
Open up the door and let the shark men feed
Hoover of the future in the land of greed
Sell the Pondarosa to the Japanese
Slap leather, head for that line of trees, yeah, now
Slap leather, go on run, just about to go myself
Turn the whole wide world into a TV show
And it's a same game wherever you go
You never meet a soul that you don′t already know
One long commercial for the status quo
As if these celebrities were your close friends
As if you knew how the story ends
As if you weren't sittin' in a room alone
And there was somebody real at the other end of the phone, yeah, now
Somebody real out there, phone sex
Just about to dial your number, dial it up now
There′d be many, oh no
Yeah
Get all worked up and we can go to war
We′d find something worth a killin' for
Tie a yellow ribbon around your eyes
Big mac, falafel and a side of fries, yeah
Big mac falafel
Stormin′ Norman
I just a love a parade
Slap leather
Phone love
Big mac falafel
I'm just about to go, I′m just about to go myself
Hang it up now, yeah, hey