(Oh) I do what I can (Oh) For what I am (Oh) I do what I can (Oh) For what I am I’m mostly household dust Who once fell ill to wanderlust Now I just sit right here And decompose Inviting strangers to my home (Oh) I do what I can (Oh) For what I am (Oh) I do what I can (Oh) For what I am I’m mostly household dust I’d blow away With a great big gust So I Just sit right here In miles of sand With photographs From foreign lands Come inside and get some sleep You’ll freeze out there Just take it from me I’ve got tons of books to read But you don’t know how 行かないで! I’ve got a prodigal son I left his room just how it was Hoping he’ll come back Home to Detroit And he’ll still be my little boy