A Byrds type production for sure
PORTIA
Portia my dear you are someone I can’t figure out
One minute you’re on then the next you’ve become quite devout
Your cult I engaged with a mind laid open to all
But you and your ideal were changed by one telephone call
You’re enthralled by phenomena out on the edge
Things mystical weird and devine - Your life is a trip to enshrine
Portia your health you embrace with a passionate zeal
Colonic lavage and a mantra to chant as you heal
You’ve seen a UFO and you’ve spoken with little green men
You’ve traveled in time yesterday you were back at age ten
You’re easily led by the things that are said
You’re certain to take it on board - you’re so gullible I’m appalled
Convention to you is a lie perpetrated
By corporate greed and a senate with hands in the till
Subpoenaed by Goths to abhor logical thought
You’re anti-Einstein and the whole of the Kinsey report
You’re enthralled by phenomena out on the edge
Things mystical weird and devine your life is a trip to enshrine
Portia my dear it is time for me to pull out the rug
Your soul isn’t real and you’re using my love as a drug
