Around the time I wrote this, I was playing my ukulele on the subway when a man came up to me to say that he had just located the bylaw which prohibited me from playing an instrument on the subway. He then said: "This is not the 16th century and you are not a troubadour!". Although this song was not initially written about him, I dedicate it to you Mr. Grinch!
Something's Missing You tried to explain yourself I guess you guessed I was onto you I couldn't quite pick it out At first I had some doubts But now I know You lost your soul A-oh oh Is it on a shelf ? Did it fall out somewhere? Take a good look at yourself You'll see you need it Oh so bad You'd be so glad A-oh to get it back It must be hard for you To be so evil and so cruel I'd like to help you but Each time you're near I get freaked out So I'll save myself And stay away from you Maybe someone else Will be brave and help you out Who knows They might find your soul Your secret's safe with me I'm sure nobody else can see It hardly even shows I bet you that they'll never know Until you open your mouth Or maybe breath the air They might figure out There's something missing there Oh no You lost your soul