A Special Kind Of Man - Roger Whittaker

Myself I’m made of nothing\nAnd my head is stuffed with hay,\nBut my brother was a poet,\nOr at least that’s what they say\nMyself I’m made of nothing\nI’m just an 'also-ran'\nMy brother was a poet\nAnd a very special kind of man\nHe painted scenes of dragons,\nKnights in armour, bold and brave.\nAnd show me how they rescue ladies fair.\nAnd I killed a hundred dragons.\nRescue damsels in distres\nAnd that really isn’t bad,\nFor a man who wasn’t there.\nOh, myself I’m made of nothing,\nMy head is stuffed with hay,\nBut my brother was a poet,\nOr at least that’s what they say.\nMyself I made of nothing.\nI’m just an 'also-ran',\nMy brother was a poet,\nAnd a very special kind of man.\nHe’s done so much with his fine words\nTo brighten up our lives,\nWith his poems of the working man,\nTheir mothers and their wife’s.\nHad a short life and a sweet one.\nHad no time to plot or plan.\nMy brother was a poet\nAnd a very special kind of man.\nOh, myself I’m made of nothing,\nMy head is stuffed with hay,\nBut my brother was a poet,\nOr at least that’s what they say.\nMyself I’m made of nothing.\nI’m just an 'also-ran',\nMy brother was a poet\nAnd a very special kind of man\nOh, myself I’m made of nothing,\nMy head is stuffed with hay.\nBut my brother was a poet,\nOr at least that’s what they say.\nMyself I’m made of nothing.\nI’m just an 'also-ran',\nMy brother was a poet,\nAnd a very special kind of man.