I wanna be the other man
Feathered scarves, silver tan
Blow out perfect rings of smoke
Catch 'em with velvet gloves
I wanna be the special one
Pulling rabits out of hats
Shuveling the words no one understands
A foreign tounge I speak along
In windows I can see my self
Being stared at, being stalked
I had to go incongnito
And hide myself behind shades
And all we talk about
Is nothing at all is missing at all
We never had a doubt
That I am the one batting the gong
I am a dream out of life
Fake as the nose jobs of your wives
Man of honor, please beware
I'll have my brave next to Fred Astaire
Here I lie as the ancient king
Have no skills, just bells don't ring
Out in the darkness of my eyes
An empty space, a place to hide
And all we talk about
Is nothing at all is missing at all
We never had a doubt
That I am the one batting the gong
And all we talk about
Is nothing at all is missing at all
We never had a doubt
That I am the one batting the gong
And all we talk about
And all we talk about
Is nothing at all is missing at all
Is nothing at all is missing at all
Is nothing at all is missing at all
Is nothing at all is missing at all
And all we talk about
Is nothing at all is missing at all
We never had a doubt
That I am the one batting the gong
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