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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 dont believe I am
Call me an eccentric man
But I dont believe I am
My bed is a four-savin chamber
Sheets and blankets on these paper pages
The people think Im crazy
But I know Im wiser than all the saviors
Cause I have money, they think that
Im a fool to them when I do but I know its right
Call me eccentric man
I dont believe I am
Call me an eccentric man
But I dont believe I am
If ever I want to
I could have the comfort of my country home
But until that time
Im 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 dont believe I am
Call me an eccentric man
But I dont believe I am