The Other Man -

I wanna be the other man

Feathered scarf silver tan

Blow out perfect rings of smoke

Catch them with velvet gloves

I wanna be the special one

Pulling rabbits out of hats

Juggling with words no one understands

A foreign tongue I speak alone

In windows i can see myself

Being stared at being stalked

I have to go incognito

And hide myself behind shades

And all we talk about is nothing at all

We’ve seen it all

We never had a doubt

I am the one banging the gong

I am a dream out of life

Fake as the nosejobs of your wives

Men of honour please beware

I’ll have my grave next to Fred Astaire’s

Here I lie as the ancient king

Have no skills just bells to ring

Out in the darkness of my eyes

An empty space a place to hide

And all we talk about is nothing at all

We’ve seen it all

We never had a doubt

I am the one banging the gong

And all we talk about is nothing at all

We’ve seen it all

We never had a doubt

I am the one banging the gong

And all we talk about

And all we talk about

Is nothing at all

We' ve seen it all

Is nothing at all

We' ve seen it all

Is nothing

We' ve seen it all

Is nothing at all

We' ve seen it all

And all we talk about

Is nothing at all

We' ve seen it all

We never had a doubt

I am the one banging the gong