Mean Old Man - Wynton Marsalis Septet, James Taylor, Wynton Marsalis

On my own, how could I have known?

Imagine my surprise

Just a fool from a tree full of fools who can’t believe his eyes,

imagine my surprise?

I was a mean old man, I was an ornery cuss, I was a dismal Dan, I made an awful

fuss

Ever since my life began, man, it was ever thus, I was a nasty tyke who was

hard to like

I had to misbehave, I did things in reverse

Refused to wash or shave, I was horrid to my nurse

I got back what I gave which only made me worse

I had to have my way which was bleak and gray

Oh dear, living in here, one hundred years of rain

Such a drag, this riches to rags with just myself to blame, a dirty low-down

shame

Silly me, silly old me, somewhere outside my mind

Clever you walking me through, willing to lead the blind just in the nick of

time

Who gets a second chance?

Who gets to have some fun?

Who gets to learn to dance before his race is run?

Who gets to shed his skin?

Who comes up born again?

Who was a mean old man till you turned him into a golden retriever puppy dog?

Who’s a good boy?