You Don't Know My Name Songtext
von Wayne Kramer

Driving down the boulevard on thursday afternoon
A german shepherd′s yappin' like a saturday cartoon.
Saw you at the record store posing for the press,
Smiling like a buddah in a purple minidress.


You can′t talk my talk
You can't walk my walk
You can't feel my pain
You don′t know my name

You′re dancing like a diplomat in bruno magli shoes
I'm living at the laundramat and trying to stay amused
A silver dollar in your mouth and an apple in your hand
And your throwing me an anchor as i swim to viet nam.

It might be jimmy hoffa, it might be jesus christ
Emperor of millions with a bowl of dirty rice.
Know that he′s deceitful, know he can be sly
Damn sure know he's tricky and know the reason why.