So many things that mean a lot, So many things that I never got, You can look boy,
but you can´t touch, What I don´t have seems to mean so much
A beat up Chevy or Mercedes Benz
Should make no difference in the end
But I get mad, baby real upset
´Cos what I want I can never get
They´re just like cattle walking down the street
Some get so fat while others never eat
I may be shut out but I ain´t finished yet
My mind is blank I take another drink
I´m not destroyed but I´m right on the brink
I sit and count them shot by shot
The little things that I never got
Those uptown ladies on 5th Avenue
It´s like I hate them but I want them too
I may be shut out but I ain´t finished yet
I don´t get it, I don´t get it at all
I don´t get it, I don´t get it at all
Why I can´t get it, Why it´s a thing I´ll never get
Why I can´t get it, Why it´s a thing I´ll never get
A yacht and a Rolls and a private jet, A dirty blonde in a red Corvette
Wife and kids and a house and a pet, Those are the things that I can´t get