Every Picture Tells a Story

Spent time feelin’ inferior standing’ in front of my mirror

Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin’ just the same

Daddy said, son, you better see the world

I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave

But remember one thing, don’t lose your head to a woman that’ll spend your bread

So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn’t fit in

French police wouldn’t give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty person

Down along the left bank, minding my own

Was knocked down by a human stampede

Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot, when all I wanted was a cup of tea

I was accused

I moved on

Down in rome I wasn’t getting enough

Of the things that keep a young man alive

My body stunk, but I kept my funk at a time when I was right out of luck

Getting desperate, indeed I was looking like a tourist attraction

Oh, my dear, I better get out of here for the vatican don’t give no sanction

I wasn’t ready for that, no, no

I moved right out east, yeah

On the peking ferry I was feeling merry, sailing on my way back here

I fell in love with a slant-eyed lady by the light of an eastern moon

Shanghai lil never used the pill, she claimed that it just ain’t natural

She took me up on deck and bit my neck

Oh, people, I was glad I found her

Oh, yeah, I was glad I found here

I firmly believed that I didn’t need anyone but me

I sincerely thought I was so complete

Look how wrong you can be

The women I’ve known I wouldn’t let tie my shoe

They wouldn’t give you the time of day

But the slant-eyed lady knocked me off my feet

God, I was glad I found her

And if they had the words I could tell to you

To help you on your way down the road

I couldn’t quote you no dickens, shelley or keats

‘Cause it’s all been said before

Make the best out of the bad, just laugh it off

You didn’t have to come here anyway, so remember

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?