I don´t mind being lonely
I don´t mind being poor
What I´m mind is been misunderstood
I can´t take it anymore
You may say that I´m a loser
And Iwon´t say that thar ain´t true
But if you say once more that I´m a hoover
Then maybe I´m gonna have to be disagree with you

Too many times I´ve been called a garage
More than once I´ve been termed a hat
For more than a year I lived in your pocket
While you thought I was the key to your flat

Now I´m saying that that´s all over
I´ve got to stand up for what I am
So from now on I want you to call me
Just call me whenever you can