Mr. Soul (LP版) - Buffalo Springfield

Oh hello Mr Soul

I dropped by to pick up a reason

For the thought that I caught

That my head is the event of the season

Why in crowds just a trace of my face

Could seem so pleasin'

I'll cop out to the change

But a stranger is putting the tease on

I was down on a frown

When the messenger brought me a letter

I was raised by the praise of a fan

Who said I upset her

Any girl in the world

Could have easily known me better

She said You're strange

But don't change and I let her

In a while will the smile

On my face turn to plaster

Stick around while the clown

Who is sick does the trick of disaster

For the race of my head

And my face is moving much faster

Is it strange I should change

I don't know why don't you ask her

Is it strange I should change

I don't know why don't you ask her

Is it strange I should change

I don't know why don't you ask her

Is it strange I should change

I don't know why don't you ask her