I looked in the mirror an' I studied the image.
I thought that I recognized the face that I seen.
Then I looked at myself an' thought almost loudly
Just who I was fooling or was he fooling me.
There's a picture by Van Gough that hangs o'r the mantle
An' a pair of old boots that I wear on the farm
But their hid in the outhouse where nobody seem 'em
They won't fit my feet until everyone's gone.
So I phoned Johnny Morris an' I asked him "what's different"?
We played together in the fields after school.
He said he was married and he'd started a family.
An' I told him quite rightly he was nobodies fool.