Myself I'm made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay,
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an 'also-ran'
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

He painted scenes of dragons,
Knights in armour, bold and brave
And show me how they rescue ladies fair
And I killed a hundred dragons
Rescue damsels in distres
And that really isn't bad,
For a man who wasn't there

Oh, myself I'm made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hay,
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I made of nothing
I'm just an 'also-ran',
My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man

He's done so much with his fine words
To brighten up our lives,
With his poems of the working man,
Their mothers and their wife's
Had a short life and a sweet one
Had no time to plot or plan
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

Oh, myself I'm made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hay,
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an 'also-ran',
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

Oh, myself I'm made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an 'also-ran',
My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man