Me

randy newman karl marks the spot where tom waits before the war Oh why do people look at me As though I were a freak Oh can't they see that what they're looking at is quite unique In fact I'd go as far as saying I'm something of a gem Whose qualities do not expire they simply overwhelm If I believe the half of what most analysts now claim Then photos of me must be put into a Zimmer frame You can't make music at your age It simply isn't done Well balls to those who take that View Especially if they're young Me I believe a child that misbehaves And answers back Would benefit for what it did By being given a smack Why do people why do people why do people I'm happy being middle aged Where confidence is full When growing up my sister's doll Was all that I could pull Your eyes are blue Your eyes are green What difference does it make As long as you've no more than two And only one's a fake Why do people I've never felt the urge to burn the candle at both ends The logic of it does indeed make very little sense Imagine trying to place it somewhere After it's been lit With flames above it and below There's nowhere it would fit Let alone a candlestick Let alone a candlestick