I have been told not by one but two of my lovers that I've got a heart of gold but I'm unable to share it with others They call me a poet who'll never have a poem a tiger with no taste for bone I'm the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone And I have been told not by one but two of my brothers that a solitary soul is a thorn in the side of all others Just like a homeless, that hangs around your home or a mother who'd give away her own I'm the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone Haven't you been told one man’s meat is the ruin of another your Edgar Allen crow is the very bird that holds me together They call me a poet who'll never have a poem a tiger with no taste for bone I'm the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone We’re all of to see the wizard. The wonderful, wonderful, wonderful wizard