My chest is a 36

My overcoat is full of poison

My trousers end six inches from the ground

Three inches from my shoes

Tied up with a piece of string and

Held together with free spoon glue



Call me eccentric man

I don't believe I am

Call me an eccentric man

But I don't believe I am



My bed is a four-savin chamber

Sheets and blankets on these paper pages

The people think I'm crazy

But I know I'm wiser than all the saviors

Cause I have money, they think that

I'm a fool to them when I do but I know it's right



Call me eccentric man

I don't believe I am

Call me an eccentric man

But I don't believe I am



If ever I want to

I could have the comfort of my country home

But until that time

I'm quite content to have

Walls made of bridge stones

A carpet of moss, a ceiling of sky

And a brown rat for a watch dog



Call me eccentric man

I don't believe I am

Call me an eccentric man

But I don't believe I am