Wonderful Wizard - The Guggenheim Grotto

I have been told

not by one but two of my lovers

that I’ve got a heart of gold

but I’m unable to share it with others

They call me a poet who’ll never have a poem

a tiger with no taste for bone

I’m the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone

And I have been told

not by one but two of my brothers

that a solitary soul

is a thorn in the side of all others

Just like a homeless, that hangs around your home

or a mother who’d give away her own

I’m the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone

Haven’t you been told

one man’s meat is the ruin of another

your Edgar Allen crow

is the very bird that holds me together

They call me a poet who’ll never have a poem

a tiger with no taste for bone

I’m the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone

We’re all off to see the wizard.

The wonderful, wonderful,

wonderful wizard