Hyman Naugthon sat down to write a song,
with the help of some expensive words,
he was comin' right along
He wrote about his troubles,
and then he wrote of death
He wrote about his love affairs,
and then about himself

He played his favorite two chords,
he played them back and forth
He sang his verse and banged the strings until his voice was hoarse,
and them some unexpected changes,
that hardly made good sense,
and he proudly viewed coarse fingertips to be used as evidence

(Chorus)

I'm speaking of the gentle,
fools are rude and mean
I don't know if I'd make a judge,
it's only what I've seen
yeah, sha-sha, hey-yeh!

There's love inside of everyone for yourself or someone else,
and they'll want to take you with them,
on their side of the fence
But a friend of mine once told me,
if your neighbor's house should burn,
he'd want your house to follow,
depressed was I to learn

Friends all around who fear my cold condemning stare,
handed down from older men, they seem to insane to care
Then again I don't understand,
my mind must be truly dense
But I think what they call genius,
is simple common sense

(Chorus)
I'm speaking of the gentle,
fools are rude and mean
I don;t know if I'd make a judge,
it's only what I've seen
yeah, sha-sha, hey-yeh! (2x)