The Other Man

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