He came bursting out of nowhere like a sphere into the sun And he cast his light on everything, it was like he never died And he landed right on target, but the target rolled away And it left him pointing nowhere you could hear the children say He's the fellow, the man who invented himself When you need her love so badly but she's trying to relax You can't work it with your fingers so you try it with an axe And he taps you on the shoulder; looking out for number one Is like drilling for a rainbow or an iceberg in the sun He's the fellow, the man who invented himself Nobody knows where he's from Nobody knows where he's gone and gone and gone But he's not here When you're waiting for your baby to get back from the moon And throw her arms around you, in a fairly quiet lagoon Well that loneliness is nothing, just imagine how he feels He's the only person in the world who still believes he's real He's the fellow, the man who invented himself Robyn Hitchcock The Man Who Invented Himself