If someone stood up in a crowd, And raised his voice up way out loud, And waved his arm and shook his leg, You'd notice some. If someone in the movie show yelled, Fire, in the second row, this whole place is a powder keg! You'd notice some. And even without clucking like a hen, Everyone gets noticed now and then, Unless of course that person, it should be, Invisible, inconsequential, Lee. Salafane, Mr. Salafane, Should I bend my name, Mr. Salafane? Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. I tell ya, Salafane, Mr. Salafane, Should I bend my name, Mr. Salafane? Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. Suppose you was a little cat, Residing in a person's flat, Who fed you fish and scratched your ears, You'd notice some. Suppose you was a woman wed, And sleeping 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 being next to you, Is unimpressive, undistinguished, you know who. Should I bend my name, Mr. Salafane? Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. I tell ya, Salafane, Mr. Salafane, Should I bend my name, Mr. Salafane? Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I'm there. And never even know I'm there. I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time.