Im Invisible...

I feel like I'm invisible. Somehow I want to sing John C. Reilly's Mister Cellophane of Chicago. hayyyy....

Amos.
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 him
If someone in a movie show
Yelled 'fired in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg!'
You'd notice him
And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course,
that personage should be Invisisble, inconsequential me!
Cellophane Mister cellophane
Should have been my name Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!
I tell ya Cellophane Mister cellophane
Should have been my name Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me walk right by me
And never know I'm there. . .
Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him
Supoose you was a woman wed
And sleepin' in a double bed beside a man for seven years
You'd notice hime
A human being's made of more thatn air
With all that bulk , you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to y ou Is unimpressive, undistingueshed
You know who. . .
Should have been my name Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'im there
I tell ya Cellophane Mister cellophane
Should have been my name Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there


Wonder why? Just read between the lines....