I've got to
get up ma, and get in my place
I've got to
work out ma, and sort out my face
I've got all
'zines telling me what to eat
And I'm tired
of being told what to wear on my feet
And I don't
have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street
And it's not
my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
There goes
another day, I've been here too long
Do I have to
change into what it takes, yeah make it No.1
I feel out of
flavour, I don't look like a picture
You think I'm
a loser, but I can see through you
You're
running around like you're running the country
I know that
you think that you've got one on me
Ear to the
ground like a boy about town
Can't get
nothing to fit me!
And it's not
my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
There goes
another day, I've been here too long
Do I have to
change in to what it takes, yeah make it No.1
Got to call
for an old friend who used to be real close
Said he
couldn't go on the American way
Sold his
house, sold his car
Bought a
ticket to the West coast
Now he gives
him 'em a stand-up routine in L.A.
yeah but it's
not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
Got to look
out for an old friend who used to be real close
Said it
couldn't go on the American way
Sold his
house, sold his car
Bought a
ticket to the West coast
Now he gives
'em a stand-up routine in L.A.
Do I have to
change in to what it takes, yeah make it No.1