Lyrics

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 an eccentric man I don't believe I am Call me an eccentric man I don't believe I am My bed is a park bench And my sheet and blankets are newspaper pages The people think I'm crazy But I know I'm wiser than all the sages 'Cos I have money they think that I'm a fool for doing what I do, but I know it's right Call me an eccentric man I don't believe I am Call me an eccentric man 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 an eccentric man I don't believe I am Call me an eccentric man I don't believe I am