Hang On - Country Joe & The Fish

I’ve got a cobalt friend, now he spends his time

Looking for people to feed him lines

Feeling up his head then reaching for mine

I ask him how he’s doing and he says: 'Just fine'

He calls it learning but we know that he’s dying

That seems to be the price when you’re walking on ice

It ain’t so nice but it helps to pass the time

You got to hang on, you got to hang on

You got to hang on before you fall, hey before you fall.

At social functions of

the marching band He takes his routine up on the stand And trying to get the

lay of the land

You know he sings and dances in the burning sand

Until someone puts a microphone in his hand

And then he will say as he slowly backs away

'Another day perhaps you’ll understand'

You got to hang on, you got to hang on

You got to hang on before you fall, before you fall

With maps and charts now he plots the skies

Surrounds himself with mystic eyes

Dwells on deeds of other lives

Sings secret chants and lullabies

Then he’ll come to sit and hypothesize

Again and again about the shape that he’s in

Well now he’s my friend but I know that they’re mostly sighs

You got to hang on, you got to hang on

You got to hang on before you fall, before you fall.

And running behind the Hit

Parade He yells out songs that others have made Unable to see his own

masquerade

You know he waves his sword with the gilt edge blade

And I’d love to send him to Travelers' Aid

For when he hears the sound of the stuff he’s putting down

He might drown in his own cascade

You got to hang on, you got to hang on

You got to hang on before you fall, before you fall Before you fall, fall, fall,

before you fall You got to hang on, Sloopy, hang on Hang on before you fall,

all right