One, two, three, four.

I’m the darkness in the light.
I’m the leftness in the right.
I’m the rightness in the wrong.
I’m the shortness in the long.
I’m the goodness in the bad.
I’m the saneness in the mad.
I’m the sadness in the joy.
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy,
The gin soaked boy.

Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababa.

I’m the ghost in the machine.
I’m the genius in the gene.
I’m the beauty in the beast.
I’m the sunset in the east.
I’m the ruby in the dust.
I’m the trust in the mistrust.
I’m the Trojan Horse in Troy.
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy,
The gin soaked boy.

Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababa.

I’m the tiger’s empty cage. I’m the tiger’s empty cage.
I’m the mystery’s final page. I’m the mystery’s final page.
I’m the stranger’s lonely glance. I’m the stranger’s lonely glance.
I’m the hero’s only chance. I’m the hero’s only chance.
I’m the undiscovered land. I’m the undiscovered land.
I’m the single grain of sand. I’m the single grain of sand.
I’m the Christmas morning toy. I’m the Christmas morning toy.
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy. I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy.
The gin soaked boy. The gin soaked boy.

Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababa.

I’m the world you’ll never see.
I’m the world you’ll never see.
I’m the slave you’ll never free.
I’m the slave you’ll never free.
I’m the truth you’ll never know.
I’m the truth you’ll never know.
I’m the place you’ll never go.
I’m the place you’ll never go.
I’m the sound you’ll never hear. I’m the sound you’ll never hear.
I’m the sound you’ll never hear.
I’m the course you’ll never steer. I’m the course you’ll never steer.
I’m the course you’ll never steer.
I’m the will you’ll not destroy. I’m the will you’ll not destroy.
I’m the will you’ll not destroy.
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy. I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy.
I’m the gin in the gin soaked boy.
Yeah, the gin soaked boy. The gin soaked boy.

Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababalala
Babababalala babababa.

I’m the half-truth in the lie. Babababalala
I’m a gin soaked boy. Babababalala
I’m the why not in the why. Babababalala
I’m a gin soaked boy. Babababalala
I’m the last roll of the die. Babababalala
I’m a gin soaked boy. Babababalala
I’m the old school in the tie. Babababalala
I’m a gin soaked boy. Babababalala
I’m the spirit in the sky. Babababalala
I’m a gin soaked boy. Babababalala
I’m the catcher in the rye. Babababalala
Babababalala
I’m the twinkle in her eye.
I’m Jeff Goldblum in ‘The Fly’.
Well who am I?