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You can tell by his eyesAnd his well-intentioned liesThat perhaps he's not doing all he shouldSee the films that he madeAnd his valium brigadeAnd his aeroplane constructed out of woodJust between you and meI've determined it may beSome obsessive old compulsions unfulfilledThey won't tell him the storyOf the curious war heStarted in his mind and battles on with stillJust as everybody knowsIt's the way the story goesHe's mostly harmless on his ownThat's why they won't leave him aloneHe's a nutty millionaireWith a lot of time to spareOh, now where to begin?The airplane crash that he was inAnd the medicine he needed for his painIt was necessary useWhich later spiraled into abuseLetras de cancionesOh, it's really very hard to explainHe's obsessed with little pointsAnd how they fit into their jointsHe wrote in excess over how to fit her dressThey're tired of him nowBut complaining's not allowedThey have to let him do whatever he thinks bestBut it's getting on his nervesIt's not as good as he deservesSo maybe he'll just up and leaveHe needs a couple years' reprieveIn a hotel room aloneIt's his home away from homeOh...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 stateIt's quite obviously too lateHow long has it been since he last flew?All the people ask for himBut I just look down at themAnd I tell them there is nothing left to doHe's got to go it on his ownHe's spending all his time aloneHe's seen it a hundred times or moreIs this what he was aiming for?Not just some paranoid millionaireBut it's not like you would care... From Letras Mania