Lyrics

You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

Twenty page menu in hand
No way I’ll read it all
Eat here, c’mon, my diet’s gone
Hello cholesterol-ol-ol

Breakfast fare they prepare
Served all thru the day
They can see, ain’t enough for me
So we hear them say-ay-ay

They’re more than a diner, so cliche
How ‘bout some new brakes with that fillet?

Orange guy on PTI
Dance like a penguin
Hope Raju is seeing you
As you’re cashing in-in-in

How could he say to thee
"Be gone now, on your way"?
Papers go down, now who’s the clown?
So we’re right to say-ay-ay

You’re more than a pundit, right TK?
Still, bigger celebs do runaway