intellectually speaking

sittin’ down in a cornfield with my nose in my hand
now don’t think that i’m pickin’ it
because it’s clogged up with sand
i tried hard to blow it out
but it would not understand
so i guess i’ll just sit here with my nose in my hand
and if i stand up then i know i’ll fall right down
i think i’m not well

it’s not just my nose that bugs me it’s also my ear
for it just sings Christmas carols
and it’s trying to grow a beard
and my banker said if i let it grow
an earring i might own
so i got myself an ulcer and the two of us went home
and if i stand up then i know i’ll fall right down
i know i’m not well