The Miniature Philosopher — текст песни (Of Montreal)

He`s a miniature philosopher
He stands five foot three
So no one takes him seriously
He`s in love with Gertrude Lullaby
But she doesn`t care for him
He`s like a house boy
to Miss Lullaby
And their future looks very dim

He`s a miniature philosopher
He takes notes on all he reads
But that doesn`t satisfy his needs
He`s a desk clerk at the bank and trust
There`s so many contracts and paperwork to do
He gets so busy at the bank and trust
There is no time for Nietzsche or Camus

He`s a miniature philosopher
He writes essays on Voltaire
But if he died no one would care

He doesn`t know why his life turned out this way
No one ever reads his dissertations or allegoric plays
So he comforts himself while searching a rhyme
That the public rarely recognize a genius in their time
(poor little guy)
He`s a miniature philosopher
Though he hasn`t got a friend
He`s sure he`ll be famous in the end