Alright, you saw me in the International Times
You've got my picture in your book
You tell your friends not to call at weekends
And now you wear that far off lookAlright, you stole your mother's best spare sheets
And put them on my bed
And you remember all the words that I say
And now you keep them in your headBut you don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me at allAlright, I told you that I'm leaving London
The summer seems so long
I've got no money to pay the rent
I've got no place to take my songsAnd then you tell me I should keep on trying
You hand me an envelope
With all the money that you'd saved up
You couldn't stand to see me goBut you don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me at allAlright I took you to the Hendrix concert
On the seventh day of May
And through the summer of 1967
We were part of the seeds of changeAnd now you say that we can really make it
We've got nowhere to fall
Though the signs are hung in the rainy distance
You don't see them at allAnd you don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me at allYou don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me at allYou don't know me at all
You don't know me at allAlright I think that we should stay together
For a while