Never been near a university, never took a paper or a learned
Degree, and some of your friends think that’s stupid of me, but it’s
Nothing that I care about.
Well I don’t know how to tell the weight of the sun, and of
Mathematics well I want none, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, but
I know one things and that’s I love you. When their logic grows cold
And all thinking gets done, you’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of
Simpleton.
I can’t have been there when brains were handed round (please be
Upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), or get past the cover of your
Books profound (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), and
Some of your friends thinks it’s really unsound that you’re ever seen
Talking to me.
