I was walkin
To the corner drug store
And what should
I happen to see
There were picket lines
And the people were a shoutin'
"Down with democracy"

As I strolled on by
Someone grabbed my arm
And said
"Buddy where do you stand"?
I said "I stand wherever
I choose my friend and
You best let go of my hand"

As I walked away
On a sunny day
I swear I've heard him scream
"You know
You're leanin' on my dream"
"Hey man
You're leanin on my dream"

Got home
And turned on the tv set
And sat me down to eat
And a man came on
Talkin' bout the coppers
They were blockin' off
Another street
Seems some folks
Was raisin' cain
And a riot had broke out

And they flashed he camera
On the guy who had stopped me
I watched him runnin' about
As the cops
Were draggin him away
I heard on of 'em scream

"You know
You're leanin' on my dream"
"These kids
Are leanin' on my dream"

Well, I got up
And turned off the tv set
And to tell you
I was feelin' mean
And I thought a while
Tryin' to make some sense
Out of everything that
I have seen

I was addin' the score
When there's a knock on the door
Was a letter addressed to me
It read "Greetings
From the President
United States"
I fell down on my knees

The next day
I was on the picket line
And Lord
You should have heard me scream
"You know
You're leanin' on my dream"
"Hey man
You're leanin' on my dream"