Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
There's a breed of man who deserves a warm hand,
Smile and raise your scotch or gin
And drink a toast to a man hated most -
The man who couldn't fit in.
Something in his heart sets him apart
From kindred, kith and kin.
Something in his mind leaves others behind.
He's the man who couldn't fit in.
He is laughed at and scorned and, when gone, he's mourned
Men discuss him with a grin.
He's adored and despised and quite criticized
As a man who couldn't fit in.
He's a lover, a dreamer, a builder, a schemer
Oh, the places his mind has been to.
For if it weren't for men who couldn't fit in,
There would be no place to fit into!
But his dedication brings no admiration
For his unpardonable sin
Of standing alone and on his own
Instead of just fitting right in.
So laugh once again at unfortunate men
Who will never be able to win
And let's fill our cups and then BOTTOMS UP!
To the man who couldn't fit in.