P.F. Sloan

Lyricist: Jimmy Webb     Composer: Jimmy Webb

No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan

I have been seeking P.F. Sloan
But no one knows where he has gone
No one ever heard the song
That boy sent winging

Now you might sigh
And you might moan
And sweat about the skin and bone
And you just smiled
And read the Rolling Stone
While he continued singing
Now listen to him singing

No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, from now on

Old friend Trigger up and died
Now they've got him stuffed and dried
You know they've tanned his hide
And crucified
Now he's starin' glassy eyed
Out through the parlour door

Nixon's come and bound to stay
He's taken all my sins away
I heard it on the news today
But it set my ears to ringing
Can't you hear the people singing

No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, from now on

Last time I saw P.F. Sloan
He was summer burned and winter blown
But he turned that corner all alone
And he was singing
Listen to him singing

No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, from now on

No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, from now on