I sometimes think if i could be transformed into a lion,
I'd feel just fine.

All that power and agility would be mine.

I could have my fill of women and wine.

Nobody could tell me "watch it fellow, you're out of line".
I'd say "you can't regiment the divine",
you can't make me obey your sign.
I don't have to mind.
Anytime I saw a pretty girl on the street, if i wanted to, I could bite her behind.
This is the kind of life for which my inner spirit was designed.

But when I go to the zoo,
I can see even if it were true,
they've got him too.
It's one thing to idolize; it's another to fill the shoe.

How could I have been so blind?
He lives in a prison too.
In this respect, my idol and I are one of a kind.

Groovy man

by the Cool Cat