Why does he do the things he does

Why does he do these things

Why does he march

Through that dream that he's in

Covered with glory and rusty old tin

Why does he live in a world that can't be

And what does he want of me

What does he want of me

Why does he say the things he says

Why does he say these things

Sweet Dulcinea and missive and such

Nethermost hem of thy garment I touch

No one can be what he wants me to be

Oh what does he want of me

What does he want of me

Doesn't he know

He'll be laughed at wherever he'll go

And why I'm not laughing myself

I don't know

Why does he want the things he wants

Why does he want these things

Why does he batter at walls that won't break

Why does he give when it's natural to take

Where does he see all the good he can see

And what does he want of me

What does he want of me