Miss O'Dell - George Harrison

I’m the only one down here

Who’s got nothing to say

About the war

Or the rice

That keeps going astray on its way to Bombay.

And the smog that keeps polluting up our shores

Is boring me to tears.

Why don’t you call me, Miss O’Dell?

I’m the only one down here

Who’s got nothing to fear

From the waves

Or the night

That keeps rolling on right up to my front porch.

The record player’s broken on the floor,

And Ben, he can’t restore it.

Miss O’Dell.

I can tell you

Nothing new

Has happened since I last saw you.

And I’m the only one down here

Who’s got nothing to say

About the hip

Or the dope

Or the cat with most hope to fill the Fillmore.

And your pushing, shoving, ringing on my bell

Is not for me tonight.

So, won’t you call me, Miss O’Dell?

Won’t you call me, Miss O’Dell?