I couldn't find my head one morning,
but I walked out just the same.
I asked the mailman for a six-inch stand,
but I just couldn't see my name.
I'd seen the thing that a man without
a limb looks like a man without a home.
So I went back to bed to get it together,
and my mind began to roll.
And I knew when I woke up,
it don't matter at all.
I fell asleep,
and I had a dream that I was such a poor piece of man.
So I joined the Salvation Army,
yes,
and I helped all humankind.
I found the life to be sweet and so
complete when I jangled my tambourine.
I found a way to survive,
and the God was alive,
but the vendors kept coming on in.
And I knew when I woke up,
it don't matter at all.
Well, I couldn't stand much more sorrow,
and I couldn't stand on my own two feet.
Would the weather be finer tomorrow?
Were there no more tomorrows to me?
So I looked for the logical answer,
and it
came to my surprise,
in the form of a flamenco dancer in shabby disguise.
Yeah.
My morning mirror told me that a man's ass free as air.
So I bought a fifth of whiskey,
and I poured it in my hair.
Now I'll sell you words of wisdom while I hallucinate with ease.
You can live in a way that you want to live.
No, no, no, no, no.
It don't matter at all.
Tell me one more time.
It don't matter at all.