A Song for the Fireplace

You see him here, you find him there,
well he can be everywhere.
On shoes or salmons, by Madam Tussaud,
on plains in the air, or in the centre of Bordeaux.

Before you know, he touches your knee,
or at places you don’t want it to be.
Don’t ask me, it’s a great mystery,
perhaps he’s too sneaky, or too slippery.

Refrein
Nobody knows, nobody knows
nobody knows, where he flows or floats.
Nobody knows, nobody knows
nobody knows, where, the nose goes.

You see him here, you find him there,
well he can be everywhere
In quiet moments or in a fight
during the day or in the evening light

When its getting darker, it’s a snoring barker
at least a skinny nosy Parker
What’s in a name, there no one to blame,
it’s o so simple, it’s all in the game.

Refrein

You see him here, you find him there,
well he can be everywhere
He can be far, or very close,
or beaten up by a rubber hose.

Well, he looks purple, or just like a rose,
if he is hit with an illegal dose.
There’s no problem, I suppose
If we catch him, we restore its unusual pose

Refrein

You see him here, you find him there,
well he can be everywhere
He’s big, small, wide or narrow
or hangs around like an snotty arrow

He pokes its case in anything,
in butter or through a diamond ring.
But we don’t mind, we know this thing,
that is why we all understandable sing:

Refrein