I am not the type of dog That could keep you waiting For no good reason Run a carbon-black test on my jaw And you will find it's all been said before
I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest It's easier and better To just beat it from the chest Of desire
I could walk into this room And the waves of conversation are enough To knock you down in the undertow So alone, so alone in my life Feed me banks of light And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung It's a beautiful life And I can hang my hairshirt Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog's life chest Or bury it at sea All my life I've searched for this
Here I am, here I am in your life It's a beautiful life My life It's a beautiful life Your life
