Slap Leather Lyrics - One Man Band - James Taylor

Take all the money that we need for school 

And to keep the street people in out of the cold 

Spend it on a weapon you can never use 

Make the world an offer that they can't refuse 

Open up the door and let the shark-men feed 

Hoover of the future in the land of greed 

Sell the ponderosa to the japanese 

Slap leather, head for that line of trees, yeah 

Slap leather 

Go on ron 

Just about to go myself 

Turn the whole wide world into a tv show 

So it's just the same game wherever you go 

You never meet a soul that you don't already know 

One big advertisement for the status quo 

As if these celebrities were your close friends 

As if you knew how the story ends 

As if you weren't sitting in a room alone 

And there was somebody real at the other end of the phone, yeah 

Squibnocket 

Phone sex 

Just about to dial your number 

Get all worked up so we can go to war 

We find something worth killing for 

Tie a yellow ribbon around your eyes 

Big mcfalafel and a side of fries 

Yeah, big mcfalafel 

Stormin' norman 

I just love a parade 

Slap leather 

Phone love 

Big mcfalafel 

Just about to dial myself