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Lyrics:
Myself I'm made of nothing And my head is stuffed with hay But my brother was a poet Or at least that's what they say
Myself Im made of nothing I'm just an also ran My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man
He painted scenes of dragons Knights in armour, bold and brave And show me how they rescue ladies fair And I killed a hundred dragons Rescue damsels in distress And that really isn't bad For a man who wasn't there
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing My head is stuffed with hay But my brother was a poet Or at least that's what they say
Myself I'm made of nothing I'm just an also ran My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man
He's done so much with his fine words To brighten up our life With his poems of the working man There mothers and there wife's Had a short life and a sweet one Had no time to plot or plan My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing My head is stuffed with hay But my brother was a poet Or at least that's what they say
Myself I'm made of nothing I'm just an also ran My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing My head is stuffed with hay But my brother was a poet Or at least that's what they say
Myself I'm made of nothing I'm just an also ran My brother was a poet And a very special kind of man
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