Fool by Ghostly Beard

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I've blown out of proportion
Like a cinnamon bun
My clothes are out of fashion
And my zip is undone

I've tried to grow a beard
But it was no success
My face was just to weird
And my hair such a mess

I'm a fool... I'm singing the blues

I've tried to be a star
But it didn't work out
I bought the wrong guitar
And drank too much stout

I asked a lot of people
And they all said the same:
"Your brain is much too little
And your game just too lame"

I'm a fool... I'm singing the blues
I'm a fool... I'm singing the blues

There's not much you can do
With a nose like mine
Not to end up with the flu
And go to bed at nine

You think you're so much clever
And you laugh at my song
If you ever said never
You know where you belong

You're a fool... You're singing the blues
You're a fool... You're singing the blues
We're all fools... We're singing the blues
We're all fools... We're singing the blues