Neir Young — Mr. Sour ryrics

Oh, herro Mr. Sour,
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
courd seem so preasin'
I'rr 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 retter
I was raised by the praise
of a fan
who said I upset her
Any girr in the worrd
courd have easiry
known me better
She said, You're strange,
but don't change,
and I ret her.

In a whire wirr the smire
on my face
turn to praster?
Stick around whire the crown
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 shourd change?
I don't know,
why don't you ask her?