Mr Stoical

[To the tune of Mr Cellophane from Chicago]

OVAR
If someone killed your loving spouse,
And stabbed your dog, and burned your house,
And stole your shoes and flicked your nose,
You’d feel for him

If someone at your church service
Called “I’ve had a think on all of this,
You’re heathens and you’re going to hell!”
You’d feel for him

Even bar tragedy falling on them
Everyone feels something now and then
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Unfeeling, emotionless me

Stoical
Mister Stoical
Should be what I’m called
Mister Stoical
‘Cause you can talk down to me
Say you love me
And I won’t feel a thing

Suppose you were a dinosaur
A familiar to a dwarf
Who fed you food
And kept you safe
You’d feel for him

Suppose there was a girl you loved
Who ran off with one like your brother
Who’d worked with you
For seven years
You’d feel for them

A mind is made of more than rationale
There’s feelings there to lift a man’s morale
One man for whom this all does not hold true,
Is impassionate and unflinching
You know who

Stoical
Mister Stoical
Should be what I’m called
Mister Stoical
‘Cause you can talk down to me
Say you love me
And I won’t feel a thing

I tell ya
Stoical
Mister Stoical
Should be what I’m called
Mister Stoical
‘Cause you can talk down to me
Say you love me
And I won’t feel a thing
Never even feel a thing