Joel Grey & Rob Fisher mister cellophane from chicago

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I'm the father, papa, dada
Did you hear me?
No you didn't hear me
That's the story of my life
Nobody ever knows I'm around
Nobody
Not even my parents noticed me
One day I went to school and when I came home,
they've moved
If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised their voice up way out loud
And waved their arm and shook his leg
You'd notice him
If someone in the movie show
Yelled, Fire, in the second row
This whole place is a powder keg
You'd notice him
And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then
Unless of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me
Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane shoulda been my name
Mr. Cellophane 'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me and never know I'm there
I tell ya Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane shoulda been my name
Mr. Cellophane 'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me and never know I'm there
Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him
Suppose you was a woman, wed
And sleepin' in a double bed
Beside one man, for seven years
You'd notice him
A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished you know who
Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane shoulda been my name
Mr. Cellophane 'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me and never know I'm there
I tell ya Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane shoulda been my name
Mr. Cellophane 'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me and never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there
Hope I didn't take up too much of your time

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