Roger Whittaker - A Very Special Kind Of Man lyrics

Myself I'm made of nothing And my head is stuffed with hay. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say Myself I'm made of nothing I'm just an also ran. But my brother was a poet And a very special kind of man. He painted scenes of dragons, Knights in armour, bold and brave. And show me how to rescue ladies fair. And I've k**ed a hundred dragons. Rescued damsels in distress And that really isn't bad, For a man who wasn't there. Oh, myself I'm made of nothing And my head is stuffed with hay. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say. Myself I'm made of nothing I'm just an also ran. But my brother was a poet And a very special kind of man. He's done so much with his fine words To brighten up our lives. With his poems of the working man, Their mothers and their wives. Had a short life and a sweet one. Had no time to plot or plan. My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man. Oh, myself I'm made of nothing And my head is stuffed with hay. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say. Myself I'm made of nothing I'm just an also ran But my brother was a poet And a very special kind of man. Oh, myself I'm made of nothing And my head is stuffed with hay. But my brother was a poet, Or at least that's what they say. Myself I'm made of nothing I'm just an also ran But my brother was a poet And a very special kind of man.