My Own Mother’s Son Paul Heaton + Jacqui Abbott
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[Verse 1]
I was sittin' in the dark of a summer park
Playing paper, scissors, and stone
Minding my own
But playin' alone
When I noticed all the rest in their shorts and vests
Singing Harrison's 'Here Comes the Sun'
I needed a gun
The fight had begun
[Chorus 1]
I did not go to song, you see
The song just came to me
Like afternoon to evening shade
Like lumberjack to tree
It pinned me down like wrestler
And would not let me be
Held me down in deathly grip
The count of '1,2,3'
[Verse 2]
I've been fanning the flames of heated debate
Since 1978
Left the teacher shocked
At the old school gate
I was sittin' in the dark of a summer park
Playing paper, scissors, and stone
Minding my own
But playin' alone
When I noticed all the rest in their shorts and vests
Singing Harrison's 'Here Comes the Sun'
I needed a gun
The fight had begun
[Chorus 1]
I did not go to song, you see
The song just came to me
Like afternoon to evening shade
Like lumberjack to tree
It pinned me down like wrestler
And would not let me be
Held me down in deathly grip
The count of '1,2,3'
[Verse 2]
I've been fanning the flames of heated debate
Since 1978
Left the teacher shocked
At the old school gate
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