I know I'm odd, I'm aware that I'm strange
But your ***** looks and harsh words won't make me change
I'm merely a person, I mean you no harm
But I'm cursed with awkwardness, you're blessed with charm

I admit that I'm weird, I know I seem strange
But you look at me like I'm a dog that has mange
I'm just trying to live the way that I see fit
So why do you try to make me feel like ****?

I'm proud that I'm different. I gloat that I'm strange
I enjoy the obscure way my life is arranged
I feel sorry for you, because you're a bore
When I see your-dull-self I just can't help but snore

And yes, I'm quite strange. And I'm such a riot!
My lips are so anxious, my mouth can't keep quiet
I live as I please, and I love who I am
If you don't like me, I don't give a ****