Don't Touch

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

He was driving down 14th Street in a '67 Ford

I said, "Hi, you won't remember me

But we met some time ago"

And he said, "No, no, no, no, no

Don't touch me, please just go away

No, no, no, no, no

Don't talk to me, I've got nothing to say

To you

I have builded him an altar right above my stereo

With a couple of picks, a lock of hair, and an autographed photo

And I sing them every day

And he said, "No, no, no, no, no

Don't touch me, please just go away

No, no, no, no, no

Don't talk to me, I've got nothing to say

To you

I have read a fiery gospel 'bout his meteoric rise

Due to his performing miracles and the colour of his eyes

Well, I smoke his brand of cigarettes

And I wear his kind of clothes

And he said, "No, no, no, no, no

Don't touch me, please just go away

No, no, no, no, no

Don't talk to me, I've got nothing to say

To you