Testo Mr. Lawrence, Sir

What a strange man you are, Mr. Lawrence, sir You seem to shun the very things other men prefer The pleasures of good company, a woman's tender touch They fade away mysteriously, never seem to mean that much When I was young, I heard it said, the moment makes the man I never did believe in that because I was always as I am You carry around inside always the essence of your soul What you are is what you do, 'cause it's what you can't control Oh, what a strange life you've lead, Mr. Lawrence, sir You rode a camel through the sun, tell me just why did this occur? And when you reached that perfect fame, you threw it all away I never seem to need it now, what more is there to say Oh, what a strange man you are, Mr. Lawrence, sir You threw away the trappings that position will confer Rivalries and finaries, they only bring me down I think I'll ride my motorcycle to the outskirts of town