All right you saw me in the "International Times" 
You've got my picture in your book 
You tell your friends not to call at weekend, 
And now you wear that far-off look 
All right you stole your mother's best sheets 
And put them on my bed 
And you remember all the words that I say 
And now you keep them in your head 

But you don't even know me 
You don't even know me 
You don't even know me at all 

All right 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 songs 
And 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 go 

But you don't even know me 
You don't even know me 
You don't even know me at all 

All right 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 change 
And now you say that we can really make it 
We've got nowhere to fall 
And though the signs are hung in the rainy distance 
You don't see them at all 

But you don't even know me 
You don't even know me 
You don't even know me at all 

But you don't even know me 
You don't even know me 
You don't even knew me at all 

You don't know me at all 
You don't know me at all 

All right I think that we should stay together 
For a while