Epistle To Dippy

Look on yonder misty mountain
See the young monk meditating rhododendron forest
Over dusty years, I ask you
What’s it’s been like being you?
Through all levels you’ve been changing
Getting a little bit better, no doubt
The doctor bit was so far out
Looking through crystal spectacles
I can see I had your fun
Doing us paperback reader
Made the teacher suspicious about insanity
Fingers always touching girl
Through all levels you’ve been changing
Getting a little bit better, no doubt
The doctor bit was so far out
Looking through all kinds of windows
I can see I had your fun
Looking through all kinds of windows
I can see I had your fun
Looking through crystal spectacles
I can see I had your fun
Looking through crystal spectacles
I can see I had your fun
Rebel against society
Such a tiny speculating whether to be a hip or
Skip along quite merrily
Through all levels you’ve been changing
Elevator in the brain hotel
Broken down but just as well-a
Looking through crystal spectacles, ah
I can see I had your fun
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