I was the ugliest man in Bristol. My hair was feathers and my fingers were toes. With just a sideways glance I could turn folk into stone. I was the ugliest man in Bristol. And when I spoke it was in tinnitus tones, So no surprises I was lonely and totally alone. I was the ugliest man in Bristol. My skin just would not fit on top of my bones. With just a sideways glance I could burn down your home. But a soul is not its skin And a person is not their packaging And I've heard it said that peace is already within you. So I learnt to see myself Like a pearl inside a shell And it suited me so well. I was the ugliest man in Bristol I was the ugliest man.