I must not do this thing

I'll wreck my social life

They'll disinfect my chair

And claim some uncivil rights

They'll say you son of a gun

Old lovers pleading

Why?

I'll say go and ask your friend the hack

He's putting straight the record track

Here comes the sun

Black is back

Ask him why he turns his back

On the innocents upon the rack

Saves his sympthy for rats

The doctor is a fool

He's just a callous snob

He had 15 years in a Jesuit school

And now he's not fit for any job

He just sneers and he drives a big car

Is this my saviour

A tale to tell

Go and ask your friend the hack

He's putting straight the record track

Lets spend the night

Here it comes, get back

There's nothing wrong with me

I am just wonderful

I've got pop songs to keep me calm

And faithful friends like you

So if you ever need a view

At my barbed wire rainbow

Go and ask your firend the hack

He's dancing to his record track

You paranoid

You paranoid

This is what we call a rack, moron

This is what we call a rack

You're just a straight

And you asked for it

This is what we call a rack

This is what we call a rack