Got to get out more
Get in the place
Got to work out more
And sort out my face
I´ve got all the ´zines that tell 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
To make it number one?

I feel out of favour
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 the 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
Into what it takes
To make it number one?

Got a call from an old friend, 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 ´em a stand-up routine in L.A