James Taylor — One Man Parade

Do believe I'm going to clap my hands Think I might tap my feet Put together a one-man band Take a walkin' on down the street Have a one-man parade Nobody needs to know Because I'm right good in holding on to secrets And don't believe they show All I want is a little dog To be walking at my right hand Taking a breeze just as free as you please Maybe checking out occasional garbage cans Talking bout a one man dog, you all Nobody's friend but mine Hey now, you can say that he's looking kind of funky But I do believe he suits me just fine We were on the road again I was wondering what to do Ah but Honalei, it was pouring down rain Baby she had the low down blues Hey now, I was looking for my walking cane Tying on my highway shoes Thinking 'bout a one man parade, you all Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, hey I'm right good at holding on Holding on, holding on (Honalei, it's raining, Honalei) Sure enough (It's raining, Honalei) It's raining, better hear (It's raining, Honalei) Hear rain, buckets (It's raining, Honalei) Road is covered, muddy water (It's raining, Honalei) Talking about a one man parade, you all Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, hey I'm right good at holding on Holding on, holding on La la la la