I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Of course, of course, of course ♪ She's the smoke She's dancin' fancy pirouettes Swan diving off of the deep end Of my tragic cigarette She's steam Laughing on the windowpanes The never-ending swaying haze Oh, that ever smiling maze Oh, that ever smiling maze ♪ Ballet ♪ Everything's gone missing I've lost more songs to floods I can't prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does Perhaps I was born with curiosity The likes of those of old crows The likes of those of old crows And oh, how the piano knows The piano knows something I don't know ♪ I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Of course, of course, of course ♪ Of course, of course, of course ♪ Of course, of course, of course Of course