cause he's a happy man...his simple plan...is not to plan...at all...and he has his dreams...in a sack on a stick...that he keeps...around his middle...and his only means...would appear to be...a kind of silly song...that he sings...to every passerby...as he walks along...
I am Dundee Dan...and a happy man...but I know...you see a fool...I gave up long ago...pretending...someone else would do...cause a man...he is what he is at all...and not what...he wants to be...so...be yourself...is all i got...for me own philosophy...
There's a little man...called Dundee Dan...and he's been...around the world...he has seen it all...he has done it all...yet his heart...is still unspoiled...he is like a child...and he always smiles...at every passing thing...if you ask him why...he'll just look at you...but he wont know...what you mean...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
Art: Painting by Frans Hals 17th century, of Rene Descartes as a fool and musician
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