Yup, that’s right, I’ve got a box on my head,
And there’s nothing you can do about it.

And I don’t care if people stare,
‘cause I don’t have to do my hair.

Neither would you if you did too.

But you wouldn’t dare put a box on your head,
You’re too boring, too brown bread.

And you know what else? You can’t see in,
But under here I’ve got a massive grin.

I can wear lipstick if I want.
And sometimes I do. You could too.

You know what else, I ride a unicycle. It’s wicked.

I made it myself,
With a couple of things that I found on the shelf.

Ok, sometimes I’m late,
But I don’t care. I look great

Some people smile, they like my style,
They tip their heads and watch a while.

Most walk bye, too afraid to catch my eye.
In case I freak out, scream and shout,

Sometimes I do. And you might too,
If you had a box on your head.

Enough said.