Vegetable Man
In yellow shoes I get the bluesThough I walk the streets with my plastic feetWith my blue velvet trousers, make me feel pinkThere's a kind of stink about blue velvet trousersIn my paisley shirt I look a jerkAnd my turquoise waistcoat is quite out of sightBut oh oh my haircut looks so badVegetable man where are you?
So I've changed my dear, and I find my knees,And I covered them up with the latest cut,And my pants and socks all point in a box,They don't make long of my nylon socks,The watch, black watchMy watch with a black faceAnd a big pin, a little hole,And all the lot is what I got,It's what I wear, it's what you see,It must be me, it's what I am,Vegetable man.
I've been looking all over the place for a place for me,But it ain't anywhere, it just ain't anywhere.Vegetable man, vegetable man,He's the kind of person, you just gonna see him if you can,Vegetable man.