Nothing "Bout Me

This morning, one of my very favorite songs popped up. One I hadn't heard for awhile and fits how I'm feeling today. So, I present to you in video and lyric form, Sting's terrific "Nothing 'Bout Me" from his musical masterpiece Ten Summoner's Tales on A&M. 

Nothing 'Bout Me

Lay my head on the surgeon's table

Take my fingerprints if you are able

Pick my brains, pick my pockets

Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets

Run every kind of test from A to Z

And you'll still know nothin' 'bout me

Run my name through your computer

Mention me in passing to your college tutor

Check my records, check my facts

Check if I paid my income tax

Pore over everything in my C.V.

But you'll still know nothin' 'bout me

You'll still know nothin' 'bout me

You don't need to read no books on my history

I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery

In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove

At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love

Search my house with a fine tooth comb

Turn over everything 'cause I won't be home

Set up your microscope, and tell me what you see

You'll still know nothin' 'bout me

You'll still know nothin' 'bout me

You'll still know nothin' 'bout me etc.

You'll still know zip a-bout me