Lyrics

It's kind of strange how things turn out Tell God your plans and make him laugh out loud I see a man, he's at his peak All the people see a freak I hold out my hand, say how do you do I am Catweazle, who are you? I got a face only a mother could love I asked her once, she said "all love's conditional, son" You see my heart, it's open It's just my old ticker that's broken I'm digging up the garden, looking for clues I am Catweazle, who are you? Turn on the light, take a butcher's at these peoples I got a bit of a thing for rare, exotic creatures It's enough to make a grown man cry Nobody wants to be a bad guy My beautiful locks are golden It's just my old ticker that's broken And what you see before you is a version of something that may be true I am Catweazle, who are you? I'm digging up the garden, looking for clues I am Catweazle, who are you? Who are you?