The Man With the Cabbage Head

I am the man with the cabbage head

Half guy but vegetable from the neck

For the beautiful eyes of Marilou

I took to the pawn shop jew

My typewriter and my wheels on spec

I was in the dumps without a sous

At the end a nervous wreck

From the day that I got back

With her I lost the kit and caboo-

-Dle, my job with the tabloid news

The scandals that kept me in beefsteak

I was finished, a failure, check

And mate in the eyes of Marilou

And she treated me like a hack

And rendered me half cuckoo

Oh no, how could you know the truth

She had to have discoteques

And dine at the Kangourou

Club so I kept signing cheques

Without funds in the bank I had screw loose

In the end I turned her head into

A watermelon, in French “Pasteque”

But wait - I'm not gonna spill out to you

Everything like that unchecked

What? Me? Still love her? I’m no fool

Who and where am I? As good as new

By the white foam & seaweed, on a deck-

-Chair, at the beach in Malibu