Balcony Man
What am I to believe?
I'm the balcony man
When everything is ordinary
until it's not
I'm the balcony man
I'm two hundred pounds
of packed ice
Sitting on a chair
and in the morning sun
Putting on my tap dancing shoes
Oh my lap dancing shoes
In the morning sun
I'm the balcony man,
I am Fred Astaire
You think you have a plan
until I hit the stairs
I'm a two hundred pound bag
of blood and bone
Leaking on your favorite chair
I put on my lap dancing shoes
In the morning sun
And this morning is amazing
and so are you
This morning is amazing
and so are you
This morning is amazing
and so are you
In the morning sun
What am I to think
on this balcony, Fred?
Where everything is amazing
that stays in bed
I'm a two hundred pound octopus
under a sheet
Dancing round your world
with my hands and feet
And this much
I know to be true
Yeah, this much
I know to be true
And this much
I know to be true
Yeah, this much
I know to be true
This morning is amazing
and so are you
This morning is amazing
and so are you
This morning is amazing
and so are you
This morning is amazing
and so are you
This morning is amazing
and so are you
This morning is amazing
and so are you
You are languid
and lovely and lazy
And what doesn't kill you
just makes you crazier
