Testo di Eccentric Boy

He's talking to the wall And listening to its words of wisdom The brick layers bragged about their lays And it's sealed in the mortar forever and ever He's talking to the floor The benches and the trees They all talk back, the boards and branches And bags of chips and knees on bees He does things that make me wanna Sing topless in a park But instead i say oh my god And point And stare Funny man on the corner Dressed all spiffy, face all handsome Happily unemployed But busy by the crazy His boxers have this cool design And leaning on a traffic sign I kinda wanna make love to him right there I really don't care He does things that make me wanna Sing topless in a park But instead i say oh my god And point And stare And point And stare And point And stare And point And stare