wrong side of guy

I blow my nose
In a key that is wrong
It’s kind of like singing
The incorrect song
When everyone else is
Singing it right
I guess I’m a sight

I ate my slice
From the wrong side of toast
When everyone else eats it
From the side of most
I put my butter
Where the rest set it down
Aren’t I a clown

I speak my mind out
By blinking my eye
It’s a technique
Nobody else knows to try
They like to talk
With their mouth or their hand
They don’t understand.