(Ron Wood/Rod Stewart). Sit right down if you can spare me a minute. I got a tale thats bound to break your heart. Concerns my brother who's thin and played violin. Got it in his head that an IQ is all you need. He went his way I couldn't discover mine. I didn't worry if I ever saw him again. He's made a profit while I don't even own a pocket. And the last I heard he was sitting at the top of the tree. Wait a minute. Late last night reading my underground press. Came a knock on the door thought it was the third world war. Lord above I did not recognize him. I said have a cup of coke here maybe thats all you need. He said the smell of the city. Kid it's trying to kill me. My eyes are getting muddy. Christ I'm aging fast. My kind of music I knew it wasn't gonna to be simple. But have a quick listen kid maybe thats all you need. Don't stop you make me feel much better. Tell me my brother do you think that's all I need. yea yea. Don't it make you happy. Well well well well well. That's all you need. That's all you need. That's all you need. That's all you need. (repeat and fade).