Legalize Telepathy Lyrics - Golden Earring

From the Albums: 

* Face it 

* Last blast of the century 

You cook my brain in your favorite pot 

You fry my eggs till they're sizzlin' hot 

You like to give it everythin' you got 

and everythin's for free, everythin' for free 

Make all the girls at the beauty parlor 

Jump up and down and scream and holler 

Just like a lapdog on a leash with a collar 

That's what you're makin' me, that's what you make outta me 

I ain't no professor, I ain't got no degree 

but I sure as hell know how to read 

the little notes you keep sendin' 

The bottom line always gets to me 

What do you mean? 

Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy 

Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy 

You always go where I wanna be goin' 

You always know what I wanna be knowin' 

You always do what I wanna be doin' 

now ain't that telepathy, with a capital E.S.P..?