But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange

I Have Lost My Credibility As A Hit Maker Because Of These Side Excursions Into Other Branches Of Music; By Not Being Consistent. Consistency Seems To Be All-important.

You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.

But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange They Shake Their Heads, They Say I've Changed Well Something's Lost, But Something's Gained In Living Every Day

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.