Maybe you didn't know himBut he prob'ly was your friendHe was oddly down to earthAnd just as wild as the windAs the windRick was as wild as the windHe played the biggest concertsAnd the little gigHe always sang his heart outIf the crowd was small or bigSmall or bigHowever small, ever big"Hey Mister got a minute?"That's what he would say"Hey Mister got a minute?"Well, I do sir todayRick would take some cocaineDidn't need a strawHe could just swoop down and sniff someAnytime he sawIf he sawIf there'd be some that he sawRick was backstage loadedI was sorta shockedThe man said, "Rick, it's show time"Rick walked out and rockedAnd he rockedNot one bad note and he rocked"Hey Mister got a minute?"That's what he would say"Hey Mister got a minute?"Well, I do sir todayThere's a certain kind of free heartThat's never bought and soldThere's a certain kind of wild childThat never should grow oldGetting oldWho'd picture Rick getting old?"Hey Mister got a minute?"That's what he would say"Hey Mister got a minute?"Well, I do sir today"Hey Mister got a minute?"That's what he would say"Hey Mister got a minute?"Well, I do sir todayMaybe you didn't know himBut he prob'ly was your friendHe was oddly down to earthAnd just as wild as the windAs the windRick was as wild as the wind
