Was it 74 Was it summer or fall Was it corduroy, linen or wool? I don't know Cause it felt both warm and cold Was it the time that you hung out my car And told the police who you thought that they were A bunch of f**ing slave driverse If I remember your words right Now, who do you think you are Sleeping with a swastika Under your pillow And an electric guitar by your side Oh Tony you were no... Tragedy You're just a well worn story I can hear on any given night On any TV, oh yeah You were no mystery You didn't wanna be a martyr And I know you are no hero Every night, as I was told, you'd go and write Some cryptic lines up and down the spines Of your favorite books which include strange works By Burroughs, Leary and Klein And I was well a**ured By someone who is known to never lie You were a bona fide poet, yeah And I would bet my life That you bet your life And you've blown it! Oh Tony, you were no... Tragedy You're just a well worn story I can read in any magazine That would print such trash!