Don't Touch

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He was driving down 14th Street in a '67 Ford
I said, «Hi, you won’t remember me
But we met some time ago»
And he said, «No, no, no, no, no
Don’t touch me, please just go away
No, no, no, no, no
Don’t talk to me, I’ve got nothing to say
To you
I have builded him an altar right above my stereo
With a couple of picks, a lock of hair, and an autographed photo
And I sing them every day
And he said, «No, no, no, no, no
Don’t touch me, please just go away
No, no, no, no, no
Don’t talk to me, I’ve got nothing to say
To you
I have read a fiery gospel 'bout his meteoric rise
Due to his performing miracles and the colour of his eyes
Well, I smoke his brand of cigarettes
And I wear his kind of clothes
And he said, «No, no, no, no, no
Don’t touch me, please just go away
No, no, no, no, no
Don’t talk to me, I’ve got nothing to say
To you