This is a short man's room The better you watch your head I've still got my one good eye I keep it right next to my bed I keep my money down here I dressed it to look like a shoe I'm saving up for a pair Then I'll have more money than you I drink more than maybe I should But I don't go out when I do I put my feet up in the window And I ride my dreams like a canoe And I write letters to the newspapers And I dance to the talk radio I'm a volunteer fireman each Christmas 'Cause there's brandy wherever you go My dad was a natural tenor He worked at the mill in Lenore My mother was a mule skinner And a band leader during the war I once thought that I'd live forever I pitched for the Indian leagues But now I guess I learned some better You'e only as good as your knees The better you watch your head Guy like you You're not near as tall as you're thinking But then this is a short man's room