Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Myself I'm made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say
Myself Im made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man
He painted scenes of dragons
Knights in armour, bold and brave
And show me how they rescue ladies fair
And I killed a hundred dragons
Rescue damsels in distress
And that really isn't bad
For a man who wasn't there
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
My head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say
Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man
He's done so much with his fine words
To brighten up our life
With his poems of the working man
There mothers and there wife's
Had a short life and a sweet one
Had no time to plot or plan
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
My head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say
Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
My head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say
Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man