In my wretched garret where I'll die of starvation
To be buried in a paupers pit watching the Late Show
Legs crossed needlessly reading the broadsheet from the 
front page first

Elitist preservatives decorate the table of a kitchen 
in Barnes where my Mother hangs prints
And thinks about me constantly and writes to me 
frequently
Did I like the skull cap?

I'm a sensitive outsider
I'm a sensitive outsider
I'm a sensitive outsider
And I want the whole world to know

Said the lecturers of St Martins I will always have 
five farthings
As long as my old man's about scripting Whitehall 
farces
Oh I really hope Samantha from Athena calls with 
incense

Faked my way through Glastonbury by acting all 
asexually
And then in the acoustic tent she stood there as if 
heaven sent
Well if that's not Enya, that's not Enya, that's not 
Enya, that's not Enya

I'm a sensitive outsider
I'm a sensitive outsider
I'm a sensitive outsider
And I want the whole world to know

I'm a sensitive outsider (Muses, Vega, 10,000 Maniacs)
I'm a sensitive outsider (Muses, Vega, 10,000 Maniacs)
I'm a sensitive outsider (Muses, Vega, 10,000 Maniacs)
And I want the whole world to know