Lyrics Mister Odd - The Jazz Butcher

Mister Odd

Square leg, square root, square egg, new fruit
Nice suit, nice!
Square peg, third leg, from Winnipeg
Stray steg, nice!
I like them, how 'bout you?
I’ll bet you can’t eat three
Said I like them, yes I do
And I hope you’ll like them too
He lives next door, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
He’s rather strange, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
He’s walking in the rain, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
And that’s his name, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
Now he’s gone off into space…
He’s got a smile upon his face…
As he floats into the void.
He looks almost humanoid
He lives next door, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
He’s rather strange, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
In fact, he’s quite deranged, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
And that’s his name, Mr Odd, Mr Odd
Well fuck me, it’s Mr Odd, Mr Odd
Ground control to Mr Odd, Mr Odd
Bless my soul, it’s Mr Odd, Mr Odd
Share my lunch with Mr Odd, Mr Odd
Hold your nose, it’s Mr Odd!