I must not do this thing I'll wreck my social life They'll disinfect my chair And claim some uncivil rights They'll say you son of a gun Old lovers pleading Why? I'll say go and ask your friend the hack He's putting straight the record track Here comes the sun Black is back Ask him why he turns his back On the innocents upon the rack Saves his sympthy for rats The doctor is a fool He's just a callous snob He had 15 years in a Jesuit school And now he's not fit for any job He just sneers and he drives a big car Is this my saviour A tale to tell Go and ask your friend the hack He's putting straight the record track Lets spend the night Here it comes, get back There's nothing wrong with me I am just wonderful I've got pop songs to keep me calm And faithful friends like you So if you ever need a view At my barbed wire rainbow Go and ask your firend the hack He's dancing to his record track You paranoid You paranoid This is what we call a rack, moron This is what we call a rack You're just a straight And you asked for it This is what we call a rack This is what we call a rack