There's Nobody Like You [*]

There's still perverse people out there on the street
'Cause a law 'round here they've got cloth ears

If your name's Her, then you're covered in fur
There's nobody like you
There's nobody, there's nobody
And if your name's Kent, it's known that you're bent
And if your name's Queek, you're quite unique
There's nobody like you
But you seem to be nowhere at all

If I thought it would get your temperature back

There's nobody, there's nobody

Mr. Rodgers and I don't know the messiah
It's an actual undeniable fact
They mostly say, "Oh, I didn't know"
If I thought it would make any difference to you
Ever since you walked into the shop

'Cause I tell you right now though I don't how
But I don't mind dressing in green
And you're waiting for Him in the hall
The stuff that you sell and the way that you smell
If your name's Him, then suddenly a whim
You know I'd push you right out of your face
And it's rare that a pig makes it back from a gig
There's nobody, there's nobody
But I don't mind dressing in blue
I don't mind dressing in black
And it's taken you over the top
And they wind up on that bacon farm
If I had a choice between the fist and the voice

So you never get caught in the act

Without coming at your physical harm
Is to say the least way out of place

If I thought that you'd understand what I mean