Funny

I know she doesn't play the field      But she likes to know the strength of the team          She says she doesn't like my style      But I loved her in my own fashion Kept her under wraps Planted lots of verbal traps But she won't be gone for long      Nothing good ever comes of a bad mood And when she comes home She'll kick up some dust And ask me what's wrong She's a funny kind of girl      Set sail in a ship in a bottle She's a funny kind of girl      Do the Swiss fake it when the yodal She's a funny kind of girl              I know her face so well         Although the color of her eyes Escapes me for the moment So Ill send out the spies To hassle her at home And all the words to the wise And the wise to the words I say Though her embrace Is like being short-changed Or under-charged I'll never revisit the scene of the crime Where I've seen you crying with glee She's a funny kind of girl      Give bad directions to a drunken sailor He ended up in the hills        And she ended up In the wrong hands She's a funny kind of girl              Instrumental : I'll stick out my neck And I'll raise the heavy head of importance And when the cap fits I'll wear it But if I knew what made carpets fly I wouldn't be sitting here Twiddling my thumbs in applause I'd threadbare my soul And wheedle my way Into other people's lives And out of my own