Call me a freakish man, what more was there to do Call me a freakish man, what more was there to do Just because she said I was strange, that did not make it true I sent her to the mill, to have her coffee ground I sent her to the mill, to have her coffee ground Because my wheel was broke, and my grinder could not be found You mix ink with water, bound to turn it black You mix ink with water, bound to turn it black You run around with funny people, you get a streak of it up your back There was a time when I was alone, my freakish ways to see There was a time when I was alone, my freakish ways to see But they're so common now, you get one every day in the week Had a strange feeling this morning, well I've had it all day Had a strange feeling this morning, well I've had it all day I'll wake up one of these mornings, that feeling will be here to stay