(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)
Sit right down if you can spare me a minute.
I got a tale that's bound to break your heart.
Concerns my brother who's thin and plays violin.
Got it in his head that an IQ was all you need
He went his way, I couldn't discover mine.
I didn't worry if I ever saw him again.
He's made a profit while I don't even own a pocket
and the last I heard he was sitting at the top of the tree.
Late last night reading my Underground Press
Came a knock on the door, thought it was the third world war.
Lord above, I did not recognize him.
I said,