My chest is a 36   My overcoat is full of poison   My trousers end six inches from the ground   Three inches from my shoes   Tied up with a piece of string and   Held together with free spoon glue      Call me eccentric man   I don't believe I am   Call me an eccentric man   But I don't believe I am      My bed is a four-savin chamber   Sheets and blankets on these paper pages   The people think I'm crazy   But I know I'm wiser than all the saviors   Cause I have money, they think that   I'm a fool to them when I do but I know it's right      Call me eccentric man   I don't believe I am   Call me an eccentric man   But I don't believe I am      If ever I want to   I could have the comfort of my country home   But until that time   I'm quite content to have   Walls made of bridge stones   A carpet of moss, a ceiling of sky   And a brown rat for a watch dog      Call me eccentric man   I don't believe I am   Call me an eccentric man   But I don't believe I am