Sophisticated Beggar - Roy Harper

I’m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day

Counting all my blessings as I’m counting all the money I’ve accumulated on my

way

I don’t want your plastic Gods

Tin-pot religions and silly ideas

All I want is your money

I listen to you but I know you have nothing to say

I’m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day

I’m an emancipated firework exploding on your busy street

Strumming my guitar as you pass in your car always trying to knock me clean off

my feet

I don’t care if you own the whole world

The stars in the sky

Or a heavenly body

You’re wasting your time if it’s only that that you’re trying to convey

'Cos I’m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day

I’m an emaciated hipster drinking dreams and eating consciousness

Standing in the gutter in the middle of a splutter hiding horrors underneath my

largesse

I’d be hoarse for a million years

Trying to rescue my brain from the flood of my mind

And all that I need, seems to me, to be needless to say

'Cos I’m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day