He stands, erect and silent, in mourning coat and gown
The pride of my collection, when my friends come around
They stare, incredulous, and marvel at the sign
"How excellent a specimen, exquisite [?]"
He's my demon in a glass case
Mmmmmm
I caught him unaware
Mmmmmm
Leafing through my old books
In the cupboard beneath the stairs
He has an air of arrogance, I saw it from the first
As I struggled with the fellow, his manners were the worst
It hurt me morе than he, of that he failed to see
But I knеw I had to do it, for he looked a lot like me
He's my demon in a glass case
Mmmmmm
I caught him unaware
Mmmmmm
Leafing through my old books
In the cupboard beneath the stairs
