You can tell by his eyes
And his well-intentioned lies
That perhaps he's not doing all he should
See the films that he made
And his valium brigade
And his aeroplane constructed out of wood
Just between you and me
I've determined it may be
Some obsessive old compulsions unfulfilled
They won't tell him the story
Of the curious war he
Started in his mind and battles on with still
Just as everybody knows
It's the way the story goes
He's mostly harmless on his own
That's why they won't leave him alone
He's a nutty millionaire
With a lot of time to spare
Oh, now where to begin?
The airplane crash that he was in
And the medicine he needed for his pain
It was necessary use
Which later spiraled into abuse
Oh, it's really very hard to explain
He's obsessed with little points
And how they fit into their joints
He wrote in excess over how to fit her dress
They're tired of him now
But complaining's not allowed
They have to let him do whatever he thinks best
But it's getting on his nerves
It's not as good as he deserves
So maybe he'll just up and leave
He needs a couple years' reprieve
In a hotel room alone
It's his home away from home
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...
Ah...
What shall we do?
He's Howard Hughes.
What shall we do?
He's Howard Hughes.
What shall we do?
He's Howard Hughes.
What shall we do?
He's Howard Hughes.
He's in a problematic state
It's quite obviously too late
How long has it been since he last flew?
All the people ask for him
But I just look down at them
And I tell them there is nothing left to do
He's got to go it on his own
He's spending all his time alone
He's seen it a hundred times or more
Is this what he was aiming for?
Not just some paranoid millionaire
But it's not like you would care...