NO HOLE IN MY HEAD -- Malvina Reynolds

Everybody thinks my head's full of nothin',
Wants to put his special stuff in,
Fill the space with candy wrappers,
Keep out sex and revolution,
But there's no hole in my head. Too bad.

Call me a dupe of this and the other,
Call me a puppet on a string,
They don't know my heads full of me and
That I have my own special thing,
And there's no hole in my head. Too bad.

I have lived since early childhood
Figuring out what's going on,
I know what hurts, I know what's easy,
When to stand and when to run,
And there's no hole in my head. Too bad.

So, please stop shouting in my ear,
There's something I want to listen to,
There's a kind of birdsong up somewhere,
There's feet walking the way I mean to go,
And there's no hole in my head. Too bad.

from the Malvina Reynolds Songbook.

Cheers, S. in Seattle