We can stand naked on the corner of Main Street, baby, and   Let everybody slow down and take a look   You can drive your Cadillac to the library, baby, and maybe read the   Last ten pages of an Agatha Christie book   You can feed my cat to my dog   And turn around and feed my dog to my horse   You can screw the whole damn royal family, baby, until they   All get a divorce      Baby, baby, baby   Baby, you can do anything you wanna do, baby   I swear it will not bother me   Cause, baby, you know   Baby, you know you've got to   You've got to   You've got to be what you're going to be      You can burn down the orphanage, baby, over there on the   Poor side of town   You can go to the circus, baby, frighten the elephants   See if you can get them to maybe,   Trample a clown   You can steal the prize out of my box of cereal, baby, and   Replace it with a rat   You can walk up to someone who might be a little overweight   And be kinda sensitive about it and say   "Oh my god, you're really fat!"      Live and let live, baby   That's the cornerstone   The very essence of my philosophy   And baby   Baby, you know   You know you've got to   You've got to   You've got to be what you're going to be      I'm gonna play my harmonica   Since i charge $35 a note I'm not gonna play much of my harmonica   You see the blues   The blues isn't an art form   It's not a type of music   The blues is a product   Not unlike computer chips or tampons   The blues is a way for white kids to feel   That they understand the feelings of black people   Without ever having to meet any of them   The blues is all these things and more   Available for $19.95      Oh, baby   Baby, you can do whatever you wanna do, baby   Baby, you know it's not going to bother me   Cause baby you know   You know you've got to   You've got to be what you're going to be      Here comes the solo!      Ooh, and what a solo it is   You know   That might not be the blues but it sure makes me sad      Listen, in the distance   The sound of Leadbelly rolling in his grave      I've said it before, baby   I'll say it again   Live and let live   The very essence, the cornerstone   The summit of my philosophy   Baby, baby, you know   Baby, you know you've got to   You've got to be what you're going to be      A blues man needs a nickname   And everybody calls me Two Shoes   Cause i always wear two shoes   I know it's not much of a nickname   But by the time i got around to getting my nickname   All the good ones were taken   Take for example Blind Lemon Lipschitz   Blind Lemon Lipschitz gouged out his own eyes with his thumbnails   So he could be called blind lemon   It's true, don't laugh   He felt the very essence of the blues, calling him from within   And he felt that contract too      Oh, baby   Baby, you know   Baby, you know you can do whatever you do   I don't care   I don't give a damn, baby   It's not gonna bother me   Cause baby, baby, b-b-b-b-b-b-b   You gotta   You gotta   You gotta   You gotta   You gotta be   You gotta be what you're going to be