Lyrics
My chest is a 36
My overcoat is for a 42
My trousers end six inches from the ground
Three inches from my shoe
Tied up with a piece of string and
Held together with fish spoon glue
Call me an eccentric man
I don’t believe I am
My bed is a fourspin chamber
Sheets and blankets on newspaper 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 an eccentric man
I don’t fool you man
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 watchdog
Call me an eccentric man
I don’t believe I am
Notes
Groundhogs cover
Originally found on
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Available On
Desert Sessions vol. 4
Groundhogs - Thank Christ for the Bomb
When was this song played live?
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