Don't Touch کے بول

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He was driving down 14th Street in a '67 Ford I said, "Hi, you won't remember me, But we met some time ago" And he said, "No, no, no, no, no, ] Don't touch me, please just go away ] No, no, no, no, no, ] Don't talk to me, I've got nothing to say ] To you ] (Chorus) I have builded him an altar right above my stereo With a couple of picks, a lock of hair, and an autographed photo Well, I know his lyrics off by heart And I sing them every day (Chorus) I have read a fiery gospel 'bout his meteoric rise Due to his performing miracles and the colour of his eyes Well, I smoke his brand of cigarettes And I wear his kind of clothes (Chorus)