I fell in a stream
   Neck deep in needles
   A slow motion sunlit scene
   I woke in a world
   With two kinds of people
   The more and the less extreme
   Was it some kind of dream?
   Or is it real?
  
   Then I awoke
   To then white policemen
   Who held me until I choked
   They brought me in
   Like McCarthy and Nixon
   That isn't all she wrote
   Log on to a suicide note
  
   But I can't get nothin'
   That can be bought
   So I'll just live
   With what I got
   I'm the gypsy
   And I'll never be
   Anyone's president
   So I'll just live
   'Til my time's spent
   I'm the gypsy
   I'm the gypsy
  
   Little Susie Baker went to meet her maker
   For a ten pound note
   A glass and a sucker is all that it got her
   Guess she got her goat
   And the Camptown ladies say »you have a nice day
   Just be along your way . . . GET OUT ! ! ! !«
  
   CHORUS
  
   I fell in a stream of lilac and razors
   What do you think that means?
   Another day - another stomach
   Aches for some other way
   But for now I'll just live today . . . OH YEAH ! ! ! ! !
  
   But I can't get nothin' that can be bought
   So I'll just live with what I got
   I'm the gypsy - I'm the gypsy