Balcony Man

What am I to believe? I'm the balcony man When everything is ordinary until it's not I'm the balcony man I'm 200 pounds of packed ice Sitting on a chair and in the morning sun Putting on my tap dancing shoes Oh, my lap dancing shoes In the morning sun I'm the balcony man, I'm Fred Astaire You think you have a plan until I hit the stairs I'm 200 pound bag of blood and bone Leaking on your favourite chair I put on my lap dancing shoes in the morning sun And this morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you In the morning sun What am I to think on this balcony, Fred? Where everything is amazing that stays in bed I'm a 200 pound octopus under a sheet Dancing round your world with my hands and feet And this much I know to be true Yeah, this much I know to be truе And this much I know to be true Yeah, this much I know to bе true This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you This morning is amazing and so are you You are languid and lovely and lazy And what doesn't kill you Just makes you crazier