Do What You Like

The satellite bum
Is standing in my alleyway
Says he's the ghost of none
From now till Shakespeare's day
So now if you go down
In any trench-hole
Or give radio-clocks
To the man with no soul
If you want to play like Berry
Or look like Jimmy
Share your sun-fold lion
With those who ain't got any
And now your televisions
Are just like rime
And your color-coded math
Is way beyond mine
With your folk singer
Who's been singing in my alleyway
I didn't think anything of it
But he invented the words we say
So come here sweet pea
Your my billion dollar rag
Take me to the carnival
Where our love'll influence a flag
And roll over Cipollina
You've got nothing on Green
Miles made it all happen
He's the man of the scene
Jimi had them all turning over
Rory had them weep for awhile
And Slowhand sure cracked the whip
But Jerry just made them smile, smile, smile