I don’t know
Very much about the technical stuff
But I often find
That singing is quite enough
To sooth the darkness
That lives in all men’s hearts
To simplify a world
That’s living in the state of the art
Hey you don’t push me around
I may be a pacifist but I’m not a clown
You push me and I will defy
I will defy you across the countryside
I have many little things
Many little things that I don’t need
But I’ll never give them away
For they were given to me
So I’m stuck in a pickle jar
Floating down the M62
And the smell reminds me
Of a friend I once knew
He said, hey you don’t push me around
I may be a pacifist but I’m not a clown
You push me and I will defy
I will defy you across the countryside
I’d invite you
To incite me
And to speak first
But you are quick to speak
So I’m slow to listen to you curse
We shall labour for
A greater esteem
And in some little measure
We may draw some belief
Oh
Hey you don’t push me around
I may be a pacifist but I’m not a clown
You push me and I will defy
I will defy you across the countryside
Hey you don’t push me around
I may be a pacifist but I’m not a clown
You push me and I will defy
I will defy you across the countryside