There There My Dear

Robin, hope you don't mind me writing
 It's just, there's more than one thing I need to ask you
 Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
 You're so anti-fashion, so wear flares
 Instead of dressing down all the same
 It's just by looking like that I can express my dissat(isfaction)
 Robin let me explain
 But you'd never see in a million years
 Keep quoting Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs
 J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir
 Kerouac, Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie
 And I don't believe you really like Frank Sinatra.
 Robin, you're always so happy, how the hell
 You're like a dumb dumb patriot
 Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
 You're supposed to be so angry, why not fight?
 Let me benefit from your right
 You know the only way to change things
 Is to shoot men who arrange things
 Robin, I'd try and explain
 And you'd never see in a million years.
 Well, you've made your rules, but we don't know that game
 But then I'd listen to your records
 But your logics far too lame
 I'd only waste three valuable minutes of my life with your insincer(ity)
 You see Robin, I've been searching for the young soul rebels
 I've been searching everywhere
 I can't find them anywhere, where have you hidden them?
 Maybe, maybe you should
 Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision
 Welcome the new soul vision
 Welcome the new soul vision
 Welcome the new soul vision
 You know the only way to change things
 Is to shoot men who arrange things
 Robin, I'd try and explain
 And you'd never see in a million years