(And in a funny way, the shaving of my, uh, head Has been a liberation from, uh, a lot of stupid vanities, really Uh, it has simplified everything for me and opened a lot of doors, maybe) I'm not what you think I am I'm the king of Siam I've got a bald head, my name is Yule Brenner, and I am a famous movie star Perhaps you saw me in "West World" I acted like a robotic cowboy It was my best role, I can't deny I feel better deep inside an electronic carcass You're such monumental slime Let the punishment fit the crime We'll tie you to a chair, the house music will blare, and turn your ears into a medicinal jelly I stayed inside on Christmas day And made believe that you were my candy cane You said "I'm not that type, no I'm not sweet, and I do not own the rights to your life"