Mr. Odd - The Jazz Butcher

Square leg, square root, square egg, new fruit

Nice suit, nice!

Square peg, third leg, from Winnipeg

Stray steg, nice!

I like them, how 'bout you?

I’ll bet you can’t eat three

Said I like them, yes I do

And I hope you’ll like them too

He lives next door, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

He’s rather strange, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

He’s walking in the rain, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

And that’s his name, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

Now he’s gone off into space…

He’s got a smile upon his face…

As he floats into the void.

He looks almost humanoid

He lives next door, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

He’s rather strange, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

In fact, he’s quite deranged, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

And that’s his name, Mr Odd, Mr Odd

Well fuck me, it’s Mr Odd, Mr Odd

Ground control to Mr Odd, Mr Odd

Bless my soul, it’s Mr Odd, Mr Odd

Share my lunch with Mr Odd, Mr Odd

Hold your nose, it’s Mr Odd!