Whitehead's Doubt / Brown Leather Number 40

you've got a beautiful smile,
and a red plastic diamond ring that cuts like a knife,
a big warm comfortable bed
and an American car that runs about a mile and then it drops dead
but you ain't got everything right in your head, babe
you ain't got everything right in your head

you have a screaming mother and a house in the fields
a bob dylan record and a dark cat that yields
but you ain't got everything right in your head, babe
you ain't got everything right in your head

you've got your shiny teeth
and a cell phone that talks
and all the bankers they a-kneel
kneel down at your feet the moment you walk
but you ain't got everything right in your head, babe
you ain't got everything right in your head

you have a funny ex boyfriend and some auburn hair
you like to paint me with my fist in his mouth like a Russian bear
all those flowers are dry, even though so hard you try
you say you love me but you know sometimes you lie
but you ain't got everything right in your head
but you ain't got everything right in your head, babe

you got yellow daffodils and a little horse
and your father has servants that have never been told
the difference between right and gold
you are a sweet kid and a merchant of air
honey, what’s the difference between poetry and a chair?
you ain't got everything right in your head, babe
you ain't got everything right in your head

You and your sweet paper like eyes and your almost pink skin
and your psychiatrists, and the Stalinist so thin
you know he loves to point his finger at your little girl lies
Oh Lord, I can’t wait until he dies
you ain't got everything right in your head, babe
you ain't got everything right in your head

you got a thousand chimpanzees and a Siamese snake that sings like Skip James
if you haven’t seen him, he will set your money to flames
you have your papers and your magazines
and the sweet taste of those pills made of naphthalene
but you baby, you, ain't got everything right in your head
you ain't got everything right in your head


you have your skinny notes,
and your mathematics quotes, and a shaman that talks,
and your pale excuses and your expensive coat
but you ain't got everything right in your head, babe
you already know you ain't got everything right in your head

you cry when you wake up, you cry out in style
good lord you even cry when you smile
it’s about to end this babe or you are gonna end up dry
you ain't got everything right in your head, babe
you know you ain't got everything right in your head

you have your fix, you have your prick
you have your big shot, the slave you bought
you decide whether you want your fingers to be sticky or not
oh, Do I have to tell you the difference between a lover and a clock?
because babe, you ain't got everything right in your head