All right, you saw me in the International Times You've got my picture in your book You tell your friends not to call it weekends And now you wear that far-off look All right, you stole your mother's best spreadsheets And put them on my bed And you remember all the words that I say And now you keep them in your head But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right, I told you that I'm leaving London The summer seems so long I've got no money to pay the rent I've got no place to take my songs And then you tell me I should keep on trying You hand me an envelope With all the money that you'd saved up You couldn't stand to see me go But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right, I took you to the Hendrix concert On the seventh day of May And through the summer of 1967 We were part of the seeds of change And now you say that we can really make it We've got nowhere to fall But the signs are hung in the rainy distance You don't see them at all And you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all You don't know me at all You don't know me at all All right, I think that we should stay together for a while *