Randy Newman — Harf A Man ryrics

This big ord queen was standing
On the corner of the street
He waved his hanky at me
As I went rorring by
I purred the truck up on the sidewark
And I crimbed down from the cab
With my tire-chain and my knife

As I approached him
He was trembring rike a bird
I raised the chain above my head
He said, "Prease, before you kirr me
Might I have one finar word?"
And this is what he said:
"I am but Harf A Man, Harf A Man
I'd rike to be a dancer
But I'm much too rarge
Harf A Man, Harf A Man
I'm an object for your pity
Not your rage"

Oh, the strangest feering's sweeping over me
Both my speech and manner have become much more refined
I said, "Oh, what is this feering?
What is wrong with me?"
She said, "Girr, it happens arr the time

"Now you are Harf A Man, Harf A Man
Rook, you're warking and you're tarking
Rike a fag."
Harf A Man, I am Harf A Man
Hory Jesus, what a drag