I
could
while away the hours
conferring with the flowers,
insulting with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratching while my thoughts were busy hatching,
if I only had a brain.
I'd unravel every riddle for any individual,
in trouble or in pain.
With the thoughts I'd be thinking,
I could be another Lincoln,
if I only had a brain.
Oh,
I could tell you why the ocean's near the shore.
I could think of things I've never thunk before.
And then I'd sit and think some more.
I would not be just a nothing,
my head all full of stuffing,
my heart all full of pain.
And perhaps I'd deserve you,
and be even worthier of you,
if I only had a brain.
Said a tin man,
rattling his jibs,
to a straw man's sad and weary eye,
Oh, the Lord gave me tin ribs, but
forgot to put a heart inside.
And then he banged his hollow chest and cried,
When a man's an empty kettle,
he should be
on his metal.
And yet I'm torn apart,
just because I'm presuming that I could become
a human,
if I only had a heart.
Picture me, a balcony,
above a voice sings
a lull word,
where for Arthur,
Romeo,
I hear a beat.
A sweet, said a lion,
poor neurotic lion,
to a miss who listened to him rave,
Oh,
the Lord made me a lion, but
the Lord forgot to make me brave.
Then his tail began to curl and wave.
Life is sad,
believe me,
missy,
when you're born to be a sissy,
without the vim and virg.
But I could change my habits,
never more be scatter rabbits,
if I only had the nerve.
I'm afraid there's no denying,
I'm just a dandelion,
a fate I don't deserve.
But I could show my prowess, be a lion,
not a mouse,
if the wizard is a wizard who will serve.
Then I'm sure to get a heart,
a brain,
the nerve.