his head was large,nround and oily,nhis hair was died in a weird brownnhe wore a big hatnt'was oily like that,nhe couldn't help chattering away, all the timennalways, always,noh, always the same things but he's sleeping now..nalways, always,ni wonder if one day he'll ever wake up...nnhis hand was largenyellow and roughnthe other one, he lost it somedaynon the wrong, big, pink tit!nnalways, always,noh, always the same things but he's sleeping now..nalways, always,ni wonder if one day he'll ever wake up...nnand i,ni don't carenin my mind he's awake...nnhe left, while trying to show he was doing his bestnbut he was just a lonely mannand we celebrate, as usual: lalalannalways, always,ni wonder if one day he'll ever wake up...nnmister chatternalways with us!