Well, if your name's Mucky, you can count yourself lucky That you're still walking 'round on four feet 'Cause I tell you right now though I don't how There's still perverse people out there on the street And it's rare that a pig makes it back from a gig Without coming at your physical harm They mostly say, "Oh, I didn't know" And they wind up on that bacon farm I don't mind dressing in black If I thought it would get your temperature back And if your name's Queek, you're quite unique And it's taken you over the top Mr. Rodgers and I don't know the messiah Ever since you walked into the shop And if your name's Kent, it's known that you're bent It's an actual undeniable fact 'Cause a law 'round here they've got cloth ears So you never get caught in the act But I don't mind dressing in blue If I thought it would make any difference to you There's nobody, there's nobody There's nobody like you There's nobody, there's nobody There's nobody like you If your name's Him, then suddenly a whim But you seem to be nowhere at all If your name's Her, then you're covered in fur And you're waiting for Him in the hall The stuff that you sell and the way that you smell Is to say the least way out of place If I had a choice between the fist and the voice You know I'd push you right out of your face But I don't mind dressing in green If I thought that you'd understand what I mean There's nobody, there's nobody There's nobody like you © AUGUST 23RD MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com