She came straight out of paradise
A fire in her eyes
Four leaf clover in her hair
I feel a strong connection
She walks in my direction
But passes like I'm not even there
Well I do not swallow pride
There's no way that she can hide
My presence will be all over the place
No woman can decline
Before she knows it she'll be mine
I can feel her kiss already on my face
She was my story
I thought her all up
But her husband's name is Corey
And man, he beat me up
I pick up my guitar
And go to this old bar
And tell the man that I'm the one to play
Only A dozen folks in there
But I don't really care
They're in for a treat anyway
I'm wearing my coolest cap
For a man it's one small step
To get behind that shiny microphone
I'm giving it all I got
The place is getting hot
I can picture myself sitting on that throne
No guts no glory
Just me and my Strat
Hey, all you do is bore me
Is what the barman said
Ooooh that's what the barman said
Back in my room
In my gloomy kind of womb
I pencil down these predicaments
Sketch my state of mind
In rich and perfect lines
Cascading from my many talents
How come I never noticed
I wallow among the choicest
I see my light is finally coming through
Just a matter of getting published
And my work is gonna flourish
Might even win a Booker Prize or two
Now here is my story
This century's own tale
But they wrote me it was hoary
In one no-reply mail
Well I got some great ideas
I've been working on for years
So up to the art store I shall go
I'll buy anything that's needful
Like brushes and paint and an easel
My mother is a quarter blood Van Gogh
I'll do some etching too
There's nothing that I can't do
In between my sculpting cut me some lino
Inspiration's never far
Drawing still lives of the jar
I keep filling up like a genuine wino
I can see it all before me
Nude models on the bed
Yet nobody will adore me
As long as I'm not dead
Oooooh I'm not dead
Now here's one other aim
My ultimate claim to fame
Better believe I saved the best for last
It ain't easy to define
But I got an open line
With grand souls and spirits from the past
Yes I'm down with the supernatural
Immortal and celestial
I've known this ever since my youth
It goes without saying
It ain't no role I'm playing
I'm the epitome of truth
What a wonderful story
I'm doing oh so well
Yes I'm the glory
(You're history)
Even in this padded cell
Ooooooh I'm in a padded cell