Wishing Well

if you need a man who has it all I’m the number one guy to call I got watches in my overcoat I’m a walking talking shopping mall and I really don’t give a toss there’s no borderline I won’t cross I’m kind of like the big bad wolf and I’m knocking down your house of straw

hallelujah hallelujah I’m the greatest story never told hallelujah hallelujah I’m just trying to save my own sad soul

I’m a tangled up kind of man the saxophone in a bluegrass band but I blame it all on catholic school and an Irish nun called Sister Fran open up your heart to a dude never met a soul he didn’t wanna use I’m a pop song on the radio with double dose of lowdown blues

who I really am, who can tell? well it’s mighty hard being myself but I promise not to miss the mark throwing pennies down your wishing well