I got a school-boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my long board and hang off the nose
I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss-army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on his body of mine
The villagers still flocking to see
To see me breaking free, breaking free
'Cause I got a school-boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I suspect I died in some cosmic ship wreck
With all hands spread all over the deck. What the heck?
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find
Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I've got a school-boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth
I got a school-boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my long board and hang off the nose
