Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes, like cartoons from
other peoples lives. I start to wonder what it takes to be a man.
Well I learned to drink and I learned to smoke and I learned to tell a dirty
joke. If that's all there is then there's no point for me.
So please can I ask just why we're alive? 'Cos all that you do seems such a
waste of time & and if you hang around too long you'll be a man. Tell me
'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten, you've got nowhere to go
but you go there again- and nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
So you stuble in to town and hold your stumach in. Show them what you got
tho' they've seen anything. Yeah, you're a beauty but they've seen your type
before. You've got no need but still you want, so go and book that
restaurant. The winde will flow & and then you just fly away.
So please can I ask just why we're alive? 'Cos all that you do seems such a
waste of time & and if you hang around too long you'll be a man. Tell me
'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten, you've got nowhere to go
but you go there again- and nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
That's what I am.