Betty drove the semi, she pulled up to the pump I thought I wanted a Coca-Cola and I started out on a jump She said, "Hold it Dave, come quick, there's something you got to see That man has got a dancing bear tied up to that old tree" I said, "Dance, dance, Dakota dance all around the country store" Me and sweet Betty ain't never seen A bear that could dance before Well, it's one step, two steps, three steps four A bottle of soda and he'll dance some more Dance, dance Dakota dance all around the country store Well, these hippies walked up to the cage Givin' pills to that ole bear I don't know what it was they was giving to him It had him pulling out his hair I tried to keep time with the music, Lord with the beat on my tambourine Gave him some wine from a mason jar and we all began to sing We said, "Dance, dance, Dakota dance all around the country store" Me and sweet Betty ain't never seen A bear that could dance before Well, it's one step, two steps, three steps four A bottle of soda and he'll dance some more Dance, dance Dakota dance all around the country store Well, I went out to Los Angeles, California and I saw a semi truck along the side of the road. it said 'D - kota The Dancing Bear' on the side of it. Now they charged you 50 cents to watch this bear dance around a truck. So I turned to Arlo and I said "Arlo, we ought to get down off these motorcycles and walk over there and see if that's the same bear that Betty told us about When she was driving the semi truck for us back in Nashville, Tennessee." So we got down off our motorcycles and we walked over there eatin' our pickles. Now there was four or five hundred thousand of these hippies freaks standin' around waitin' on a rock festival. It did appear that David Allan Coe, Kris Kristofferson and the Grand Funk Railroad was playin' in town that day And their airplane had got hijacked somewhere over Chicago, Illinois. So it turned out that the people with short hair started throwin' rocks at the people that had long hair. And the people with long hair started throwing the rocks back. We come to find out in California when they had a rock festival you're supposed to carry your own rocks. Well I walked out to bear's cage, the bear looked at me and said: "I know you, you're David Allan Coe that's Arlo Gufrey who sings Country & Western music on jukebox, radio, and television. And y'all gave me some acid when I was in Nashwille and started dancing around this truck. And I said that's right son, that's why I am here because you signed a contract with me, and you owe me 20 percent of all the money you've been making since you've been out here on the road. He said "Man, I ain't got no money". I said "What did you do with it?" he pointed to the next cage and there was a female bear over there shooting up heroin. And before I could say a thing, I turned around I saw a greyhound bus painted black and white, And it said the David Allan Coe show, the mysterious rhinestone cowboy and the Tennessee Hat Band on the side of it. And there was a woman driving the bus, and sure enough it was ol' Pusher Betty And she didn't have no bra on, and she said to me, she said "Hey Dave, come here quick, there's something you gotta see, that man has got a dancing bear, tied up to that old tree" She said, "Dance, dance, Dakota dance all around the country store" Me and sweet Betty ain't never seen A bear that could dance before Well, it's one step, two steps, three steps four A bottle of soda and he'll dance some more Dance, dance Dakota dance all around the country store

I may go out tomorrow if I can borrow A coat to wear Oh, I'd step out in style with my sincere smile And my dancin' bear Outrageous, alarmin' Courageous and charmin' Oh, who would think a boy and bear Could be well accepted everywhere? Well, it's just amazin' how fair People can be Seen at the nicest places where well-fed faces All stop to stare Makin' the grandest entrance is Simon Smith And his dancin' bear They'll love us, won't they? They feed us, don't they? Oh, who would think a boy and bear Could be well accepted everywhere? Well, it's just amazin' how fair People can be Well, who needs money When you're funny? The big attraction everywhere Will be Simon Smith and his dancin' bear Yeah, Simon Smith and the Amazing Dancing Bear

Well, I've walked these streets A virtual stage, it seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill seekers The vendors and the dealers, they crowded around me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market the scarlet welcome carpet That they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild eyed misfit prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Have I been wrong, have I been wise To shut my eyes and play along Hypnotized, paralyzed By what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival In that carnival (It's crazy, yeah) (Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized) (By what my eyes have found?) (By what my eyes have found) (In that great street carnival)

Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Going down picking when it's harvest time, Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me. Sun is a-blazing down but I don't mind; I'm picking, I'm digging, it's harvest time for me. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Ole sweet tooth aching in my head, Gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed! Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honeybee. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world is gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry, Nobody's booming in these busted times like me. Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam Oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Papa came along and he shook the tree; Down came a bushel and a peck for me. Papa shooed away all the honeybees. Papa dug a well and it flowed for me. Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me. Papa set a fire and it burned for me. Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine. Papa said the Lord took a shine to me. Papa said I gotta set the whole world free. Papa said how it's gonna be.

Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say. She isn't contented with four meals a day, Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea (I've had to put tea after supper-you see Why, don't you?) Griselda is greedy as greedy can be. She snoops about the larder For sundry small supplies, She breaks the little crusty bits Off rims of apple pies, She pokes the roast-potato-dish When Sunday dinner's done, And if there are two left in it Griselda snitches one; Cold chicken and cold cauliflower She pulls in little chunks- And when Cook calls: "What are you doing there?" Griselda bunks. Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels, She simply can't help eating in-between meals, And always forgets what it's leading to, though The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know Why, don't you?" When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says: "Oh!" She slips down to the dining-room When everyone's in bed, For cheese-rind on the supper-tray, And buttered crusts of bread, A biscuit from the biscuit-box, Lump sugar from the bowl, A gherkin from the pickle-jar, Are all Griselda's toll; She tastes the salted almonds, And she tries the candied fruits- And when Dad shouts: "Who is it down below?" Griselda scoots. Griselda is greedy. Her relatives scold, And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old, She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat, She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?- (Why do they?) Some people are greedy. Leave it at that.