Song of the Nobodies

If you have to be nobody,

And you're bound to be nobody

In a world where the somebodies are few,

Then you might as well be nothing

With an air and a flair,

Then the nobodies might look at you.

If you can't be a hero

And are doomed to be a zero

In a world where zeroes are the rule,

Then you might as well be nothing

Who is wild, wild, wild

And wear cap and bells like a fool.

A barefoot nothing,

A nothing with a beard,

A nobody who talks

In a language that is weird,

A nobody who capers

And sings like a clown,

Well, somebody might listen

In this nobody town,

And if we can't make headlines

We can liven up the breadlines

With a fine old antic piroette,

So come along with me

And we'll see who can be

The craziest nobody yet,

The wildest in the nowhere set.