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My father is a doctor, he's a familiary man,
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My mother works for charity whenever she can,
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They're both good clean Americans who abide by the law,
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They both stick up for liberty, they both support the law,
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My happiness was paid for when they laid their money down,
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For Summers in a Summer camp, and Winters in the town,
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My future in the system was talked about and planned,
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But I gave it up for music and the free electric band...
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I went to school in hand-washed shirts with neatly oiled hair,
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The school was big and newly built and filled with light and air,
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And the teache taught his values that we had to learn to keep,
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And he clipped the ear of many idle kid who went to sleep,
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My father organized for me a college in the East,
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But I went to California, the sun-shine and the beach,
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My parents and my lecturers could never understand,
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Why I gave it up for music and the free electric band...
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Well, they used to sit and speculate upon their son's career,
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A lawyer or a doctor or a civil engingeer,
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Just give me bread and water, put a guitar in my hand,
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'cause all I need is music and the free electric band...
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My father sent me money and I spent it very fast,
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On a girl I met in Berkeley in a social science class,
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Yes, and we learned about her body, but her mind we didn't know,
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Until the brutal attitudes and morals began to show,
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She wanted to get married, even thopugh she never said,
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But I knew her well enough by now to see inside her head,
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She'd settle for suburbia and a little patch of land,
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So I gave her up for music and the free electric band...
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The Free Electric Band
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| albert hammond |
