Not Those Kind of People - Bombadil

We’re not those kind of people

The ones that speak no evil

Loose cannon, righteous- weasel

I’m never wrong

And if you looked in our basket

We got hay that’s just fantastic

Funny how well we’ve mastered

Living so long

And even if we were eer eer

Bred for jubilation like a peacocking bird

I believe, we’ve been led to temptation

Washed down the river and hooked on the hill

We’re not those kind of people

The ones that speak no evil

Dark magic, voodoo needle

All just for fun

And if you looked right past me

I’ve got thoughts that make you walk past me

Trip and fall and draw and leave until I’m done

And even if we were eer eer

Bred for jubilation like a peacocking bird

I believe, we’ve been led to temptation

Washed down the river and hooked on the hill

Lately, I’ve, let you down

Lately, I’ve, done worst

We’re hot black cars burning diesel

Run on fumes that churn the seat for smoke

And like a foot smashed beetle dried by the sun

If I’m hungry to the kind and grateful

Honestly I’ll end up faithful

First the soup and break the ladle

Starve out the young

And even if we were eer eer

Bred for jubilation like a peacocking bird

I believe, we’ve been led to temptation

Washed down the river and hooked on the hill