I was reared in the Church of Don’t-Worry-About-It,
Under Saint Nobody.
Nobody has stayed by my side all my life.
He never criticizes, or he doesn’t answer back.
Nobody walks with me, So I walk with nobody.
He’s fine. I went with him to the Wailing Wall,
Where I began to bang my head.
My head is still ringing, gong gong.
Sometimes I will cover my self in mud,
Or dip my toes in sulphur just to see if they will dissolve.
One day, in one of these years, I shall grow old and then you won’t see me anymore,
Because I will be grey as a cat.