Had fun with the idea of “things”
And an old street I walked down
In then in a shop window, something made my heart sing.
I just needed to have it, so I walked right in and bought that thing
Well, I paid the man handsomely and walked out so tall & proud,
And spoke to anyone, everyone in the street in a voice out loud
“Look, look, everyone, can’t you tell? I got a thing”
Some looked and shrugged and, so I tucked it under my wing
On the drive all the way home up the road
I thought boy, I am so lucky, with my payload.
And into the house, did I zing.
Hey, hey family I declared “I got a thing.”
They really didn’t seem to care,
“Oh just shove it on the shelf by the other things, to the left, yes, just there”
But I cried, as from my seat I did spring.
But this just can’t go ANYWHERE, THIS is THE thing.
And so, the rest of the day, and then into the night
No matter how hard I tried, it just didn’t seem right
Soon it just blended in, and no hope could I wring
It was just me that loved that thing.
After many long years, it just sat gathering dust
Until eventually, I grew tired of it as one must.
And I leapt from the chair like a spring,
Drove back to town to sell my thing.
Well the shopkeeper, scratched his face and yawned
“The best I can do for ya, is 20% of the priced pawned”
Well, you could thought I had got a bee sting,
I moaned “No way, mister, you are wrong it is worth way more, it is my thing”
And now when I walk past the shop window,
My heart aches and wouldn’t you know
Just the other day, I saw John King
Walking loudly and proudly down the street, well wouldn’t you know it.
He’s got the thing…
The Contrarian 