A humorous tune making ironic fun of our need to pair off, a 4/4 update of The Hermit Waltz.
The danceable version, art courtesy of LJ Kopf
I don’t like diseases; I don’t do what pleases
You want some romancin’; you’d rather be dancing
I don’t want to be a magician; you don’t want to answer the phone
I know what I’m missing; I’d rather be here alone
I laugh at elections, I’m into confections
You strive for perfection, you can’t take correction
I don’t want to be a physician, you don’t want to make me your clone
I know what I’m missin’, I’d rather be here alone
I am an island, I’m a rock; who’s got a better show
Once I get stalled in my rockin’ chair, no one can get me to go
Just fence me in to my home sweet home, ozone is a A no -no!
Don’t try to shuttle me in to space; you’ll never get me to go
Don’t paint me a picture; don’t quote me from scripture
I don’t need direction, I don’t crave affection
You don’t have to be a technician; I got no erogenous zone
I know what I’m missing; I’d rather be here alone.