I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair   It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere   My hair, my hair      If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse   I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf   Of course, of course, of course      She's the smoke   She's dancin' fancy pirouettes   Swan diving off of the deep end   Of my tragic cigarette   She's steam   Laughing on the windowpanes   The never-ending swaying haze   Oh, that ever smiling maze   Oh, that ever smiling maze   Ballet      Everything's gone missing   I've lost more songs to floods   I can't prove this makes any sense but   I sure hope that it does   Perhaps   I was born with curiosity   The likes of those of old crows   The likes of those of old crows      And oh, how the piano knows   The piano knows something   I don't know      I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair   It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere   My hair, my hair      If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse   I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf   Of course, of course, of course   Of course, of course, of course   Of course, of course, of course      Of course