She grew up with the Children of the Corn,
In the Hollywood smut and the cheesy porn.
Her parents threw big parties, but I wasn't there,
They said I smelled really bad and had some wild, nappy, nappy hair.

She feels sick now, to look at my fat,
And from these days I can tell that she can't hold back, she has to yak.
And just before she hangs her head to cry,
I sing to her my lullaby.

I said everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide.
Everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide, please don't hide.

I still sleep in the woods outside the city,
Down that street about a half a mile.
And all her friends tell her, he's such a hippy,
Well I'd be a whole lot hippier, if I'd smile once in a while.
'Cause even her smile seems like a frown,
And she runs like hell when she hears that I'm in this town

Everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide.
Everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide, please don't hide.

I told her I aint so sure about this place,
It's hard to play a gig in this town with my nasty face.
And it seems like everybody's got a plan,
It's kinda like me, every night with my hand.

Everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide.
Everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide.
Everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide.
Everything's going to be all right,
Please don't hide, please don't hide, please don't hide.