I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
Imagine if you will, a herr proctor, alias and nobleman
Son of son of sky, and of scion
Part of his rich inheritance parceled
And generous divorce sentence forthwith being
Certain blocks of land and living quarters
Deemed by all gentlemen and wives thereof
To be grossly humane and frankly, quite undirty
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
Herr proctor, in his enviable good taste
Tries quick escape gambit via local periodicals
But no takers - the land, unenvied
Stationed in the conduit between two cells
A veritable no-man's-land, array of
The flophouse cardboard materials and carbon-monoxide wallpaper
All his brig-deck torino boys ask is irrelevant
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
(No one's gonna save me, no one's gonna make me rearrange)
Unable to bear the scandal, ray, philanthropist
Rents low-down scab house in conduit
Herr proctor offers said land for a song
But no one wants to sing (no one's gonna save me, no one's gonna make me rearrange)
In an attempt to retain social privileges, yet mask it as goodwill
He says to the conduit members
Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit
Cheers erupted throughout the clean settlement
An italian male was heard to say
Between here and there is better than either here or there
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
