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