Mister Cellophane
If someone stood up in a crowdAnd raised his voice up way out loudAnd waved his armAnd shook his legYou'd notice himIf someone in a movie theaterYelled "fire in the second row,This whole place is a powder keg! "You'd notice himAnd even without clucking like a henEveryone gets noticed, now and then,Unless, of course, that person should beInvisible, inconsequential me
CellophaneMister CellophaneShould have been my nameMister CellophaneCause you can look right through meWalk right by meAnd never know I'm thereI tell youCellophaneMister CellophaneShould have been my nameMister CellophaneCause you can look right through meWalk right by meAnd never know I'm there
Suppose you were a little catResiding in a person's flatWho fed you fish and scratched your earsYou'd notice himSuppose you were a woman wedAnd sleeping in a double bed beside one man for seven yearsYou'd notice himA human being is made of more than airWith all that bulk, you are bound to see him thereUnless that human being next to youIs unimpressive, undistinquishedYou know who
CellophaneMister CellophaneShould have been my nameMister CellophaneBecause you can look right through meWalk right by meAnd never know I'm thereI tell youCellophaneMister CellophaneShould have been my nameMister CellophaneCause you can look right through meWalk right by meAnd never know I'm thereNever even know I'm there