Pinocchio’s Toes

I’ve got Pinocchio’s eyes, Pinocchio’s toes.
I’m about Pinocchio’s size. I wear Pinocchio’s clothes.
Somehow, I got lucky and didn’t get the nose.
So I wear sunglasses and high heeled boots.
And a long trenchcoat that covers up the suit.
I’m a fairy tail freak of nature. I’ve got some trouble with the truth.

-CHORUS
So meet me in the corner where the light can’t get.
What I need is a passport and a birth certificate.
The train leaves at midnight. Be there around 10.
I’ve got a one-way to fantasy and I won’t be coming around again.

I’ve got Beowulf’s walk and Beowulf’s smile.
I’ve got Beowulf’s ambition and Beowulf’s style.
And there ain’t no place in the USA for Beowulf to hide.
So I lurch through the disco downing those blue drinks
and talking with my only friend, Rudy the mink.
Another fairytale freak of nature who knows exactly what he thinks.

I am the crocodile. I swallowed the clock.
I am the wizard, not the man in the box.
I am the bogeyman. I never get caught.
I am the eighth dwarf. I always hated snow.
I’m the ugly duckling just waiting to grow.
I’m a fairytale freak of nature. I got no place to go.