I've got an octopus complex
I want to have 8 arms
And be able to feel
The things that I feel
I'm sure I can come to no harm
I've got the octopus complex, doctor
It came from my mother who was an actor
She over dramatized events
Like when we went camping it got too intense
I spent the next 8 days in bed
That's how I ended up with an octopus in my head
I've got the octopus complex something bad
In fact I think you can blame it on my dad
He spent every penny he ever had
On making me as many enemies, so sad
And now I can only keep 8 friends in the world
Well I should have had the oyster complex
And fallen in love with a pearl
I've got the octopus complex, and I wish I didn't bother
But it all started out with the birth of my brother
Ever since then, I've wanted to control other men
And it's left me with this feeling I must control them
So I became an octopus teacher, but it turned out I was more of a preacher
And told them God was an Octopus, and man was only a creature
I've got an octopus complex and I blame it on my sister
She was born 8 years before me, and each year is like step on ladder that leaves
Poor me
On the bottom rung, always trying to climb up
So I become an octopus and then I can drink tea from a cup
And sip soup from a spoon and eventually I'll run for president
But probably not until next June
I've got an octopus complex, where I think I am a man
When actually I'm an octopus just tryin' to do what I can
And it's hard tryn'to juggle life work and money
Mix in with that bills and loans then things ain't so funny
Well it's lucky I've got 8 hands to handle all the telephones
But only one mouth to speak from when I'm on my own
Yes I'm an octopus I must confess, that's why you've found
Lobster claws in my draws and shell fish in my stationary
They are only snacks, that they don't serve at Greggs
And it's been hard tryin' not to over satisfy my woman in bed
There are many things an octopus can do better than a man
But thinking himself something better than the rest of us
Takes an octopus man
I've got an octopus complex, I want to shake every hand
And greet every low down as if he's a great man
But when it comes to the over compensating attention
When I leave a group of people I squirt ink in their direction
How to make friends and influence people
Just come to my church hear me preach
Under the Octopus steeple
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