| Lyrics: | (rod stewart, ron wood)
Sit right down if you can spare me a minute.
I got a tale
that's bound to break your heart.
Concerns my brother who's thin and plays violin.
Got it in
his head that an iq was all you need
He went his way, i couldn't discover mine.
I
didn't worry if i ever saw him again.
He's made a profit while i don't even own a pocket
And
the last i heard he was sitting at the top of the tree.
Late last night reading my
underground press
Came a knock on the door, thought it was the third world war.
Lord above,
i did not recognize him.
I said, "have a cup of coke, kid, maybe that's all you
need."
He said, "the smell of the city, kid, it's trying to kill me.
My eyes are
getting muddy, christ, i'm aging fast.
With my kind of music, i knew it wasn't gonna to be
simple,
But have a quick listen, kid, maybe that's all you need."
Don't stop, you make
me feel much better
Tell me my brother do you think that's all i need?
Don't it make you
happy, well, well, well, well, well
That's all you need (5 times) |
