You’re asking me, “What’s it leading to?
Will we live a long life, will it treat us fair?”
No point asking me because I haven’t got a clue.You’re asking me, “Will it be alright?”
If you’re asking me, don’t take my advice.
And don’t make me responsible for you living your life.I could say there will be laughter, you will never cry.
I could just as easily go tell a lie, couldn’t I? Yeah,
What would come after, that would be unwise.
If that’s what you really want
Then get a life, get a life, get a life.You’re asking me, “Will it be alright?”
Because I’ve been around, I have the insight.
And I was there the first time so I must know what it’s like.
If you’re asking me, don’t take my advice.—Ray Davies, “You’re Asking Me,” Workingman’s Café