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My chest is a 36, my overcoat is for a 42.
My trousers end 6 inches from the ground, 3 inches from my shoe,
Tied up with a piece of string and held together with fish-bone 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 can have the comfort of my country home.
But until that time I'm quite content to have walls made out of gravestones,
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