I've got a bitter pot of je ne sais quoi
Guess what? I'm stirring it with a monkey's paw
Since I saw you coming out of my barber's shop
In that skimpy little halter topDid you light the candles? Did you put on 'Kind of Blue'?
Did you use that Ivy League voodoo on him, too?
He thinks he'll be alright but he doesn't know for sure
Like every other unindicted co conspiratorMata Hari had a house in France
Where she worked on all her secret plans
Men were falling for her sight unseen
She was a geniusThere's a face in every window of the Songwriters' Neighborhood
Everybody's your best friend when you're doing well, I mean good
The poet who lived next door when you were young and poor
Grew up to be a backstabbing entrepreneurAlbert Einstein was a ladies' man
While he was working on his universal plan
He was making out like Charlie Sheen
He was a geniusWhen you dropped me and you staked your claim
On a V.I.P. who could make your name
You latched on to him and I became
Minor inconvenienceYour protg don't care about art
I'm the one, who always told you, you were smart
You broke my heart into smithereens
And that took geniusYou and the barber make a handsome pair
Guess what? I never liked the way he cut your hair
I didn't like the way he turned your head
But there's nothing I can do or say I haven't done or saidEverybody needs a place to stand
And a method for their schemes and scams
If I could only get my record clean
I'd be a genius