If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm
And shook his leg
You'd notice him
And if someone at a movie show
Yelled "fire in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg!"
You'd notice him
And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that person next to you
Is invisisble, and irresponsible, and inconceivable,
You know who.
I tell ya Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!
Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him
Or supoose you was a woman wed
And sleepin' in a double bed beside one man for seven years
You'd notice him
A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless of course that human that you see is
Is irresponsible and irreprehensible
And you know that it's me...
I tell ya Cellophane,
Mr. Cellophane should have been my name,
Mister cellophane,
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
And you will never know I'm there
It's true... It's a true story.