Jazz Butcher

What's The Matter

Jazz Butcher


You wonder why nobody ever seems to talk to you 
After all, you use an aerosol and you've got three pairs of shoes 
You got yourself a little education and you keep up with the news 
But when you walk in to a party everybody stares 
The girls drop drinks into their laps and the boys fall off their chairs 
Oh, but you're all alone when everybody's leaving in pairs 

If you ever stopped a moment and thought about your ears 
("Big, aren't they?" "I suppose they are") 
Or that noise you make when you've had a bottle of beer 
Oh, try to make a mental leap and perhaps it will come clear 

Ohhh, 
You're the man with the head of an ass 
You're the man with the head of an ass 
You're the man with the head of an ass 
And that's crass 

Mmm, pin me back, Max 

You want I should tell you something? 

You see, 
You're the kind of person folks don't like to be around 
You make them feel uneasy when you say something profound 
If you look close enough I'm sure the reason can be found 

You're the man with the head of an ass 
You're the man with the head of an ass 
You're the man with the head of an ass 
That's crass 

Ooooh, how disgusting 

How now, man with the head of an ass 
How now, man with the head of an ass 
How now, man with the head of an ass 
How now, man with the head of an ass