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My chest is a 36 |
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My overcoat is full of poison |
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My trousers end six inches from the ground |
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Three inches from my shoes |
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Tied up with a piece of string and |
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Held together with free spoon glue |
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Call me eccentric man |
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I don't believe I am |
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Call me an eccentric man |
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But I don't believe I am |
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My bed is a four-savin chamber |
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Sheets and blankets on these paper pages |
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The people think I'm crazy |
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But I know I'm wiser than all the saviors |
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Cause I have money, they think that |
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I'm a fool to them when I do but I know it's right |
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Call me eccentric man |
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I don't believe I am |
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Call me an eccentric man |
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But I don't believe I am |
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If ever I want to |
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I could have the comfort of my country home |
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But until that time |
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I'm quite content to have |
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Walls made of bridge stones |
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A carpet of moss, a ceiling of sky |
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And a brown rat for a watch dog |
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Call me eccentric man |
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I don't believe I am |
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Call me an eccentric man |
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But I don't believe I am |