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My chest is a 36My overcoat is full of poisonMy trousers end six inches from the groundThree inches from my shoesTied up with a piece of string andHeld together with free spoon glueCall me eccentric manI don't believe I amCall me an eccentric manBut I don't believe I amMy bed is a four-savin chamberSheets and blankets on these paper pagesThe people think I'm crazyBut I know I'm wiser than all the saviorsCause I have money, they think thatI'm a fool to them when I do but I know it's rightCall me eccentric manI don't believe I amCall me an eccentric manBut I don't believe I amIf ever I want toI could have the comfort of my country homeSongtexteBut until that timeI'm quite content to haveWalls made of bridge stonesA carpet of moss, a ceiling of skyAnd a brown rat for a watch dogCall me eccentric manI don't believe I amCall me an eccentric manBut I don't believe I am Aus Songtexte Mania