you ask me who I am, officer, but I carry no ID
you’ll have to take my word for it that I am really me.
I have no numbers on cards or tattoos on my arms
just a steady eye and a voice to sound the alarms
you can run my fingerprints and put me back on the boat
or you can look into my eyes and read the things I wrote
when I toast each morning with tomato juice and ale
your best bet is to let me be or take me straight to jail
I’ll never spell it out for you, won’t draw dot or mote
you can look into my eyes and read the things I wrote.
