Me

(randy newman karl marks the spot where
Tom wait's before the war)
Oh why do people look at me
As though I were a freak
Oh can抰 they see that what they抮e
Looking at is quite unique
In fact I抎 go as far as
Saying I抦 something of a gem
Whose qualities do not expire
They simply overwhelm

If I believe the half of
What most analysts now claim
Then photos of me must be
Put into a Zimmer frame

You can抰 make music at your age
It simply isn抰 done
Well balls to those who take that View
Especially if they抮e young
Me I believe a child that misbehaves
And answers back
Would benefit for what it did
By being given a smack

(Why do people, why do people, why do people)

I抦 happy being middle-aged
Where confidence is full
When growing up my sister抯 doll
Was all that I could pull

Your eyes are blue your eyes are green
What difference does it make?
As long as you've no more than two
And only one抯 a fake (Why do people)

I憊e never felt the urge to burn
The candle at both ends
The logic of it does indeed
Make very little sense
Imagine trying to place it somewhere
After it抯 been lit
With flames above it and below
There抯 nowhere it would fit
Let alone a candlestick
Let alone a candlestick