Half A Man Half A Man

E A E I’m spitting out a folk song, but I’m not feeling well A E F# B And if you could see just where I be, you’d rather sunbathe in Hell E A E ‘Cause it’s cold as stone to feel alone surrounded by a crowd A E B E Their hungry ears rip up my songs, and it makes me scream out loud A E A E I’m half a man, I’m half a man, I’ve sung myself in two A E F# B I smoke a spliff, I play a riff, and try to tie my shoes E A E I’m half and half a short giraffe, a dentist with no teeth A E B E I write songs of love, they only bring me grief.