The Jazz Butcher - What's the Matter, Boy? lyrics

You wonder why nobody ever seems to talk to you After all, you use an aerosol and you've got three pairs of shoes You got yourself a little education and you keep up with the news But when you walk in to a party everybody stares The girls drop drinks into their laps and the boys fall off their chairs Oh, but you're all alone when everybody's leaving in pairs If you ever stopped a moment and thought about your ears ("Big, aren't they?" "I suppose they are") Or that noise you make when you've had a bottle of beer Oh, try to make a mental leap and perhaps it will come clear Ohhh, You're the man with the head of an a** You're the man with the head of an a** You're the man with the head of an a** And that's cra** Mmm, pin me back, Max You want I should tell you something? You see, You're the kind of person folks don't like to be around You make them feel uneasy when you say something profound If you look close enough I'm sure the reason can be found You're the man with the head of an a** You're the man with the head of an a** You're the man with the head of an a** That's cra** Ooooh, how disgusting How now, man with the head of an a** How now, man with the head of an a** How now, man with the head of an a** How now, man with the head of an a**