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Ive got to get up ma, and get in my place
Ive got to work out ma, and sort out my face
Ive got all zines telling me what to eat
And Im tired of being told what to wear on my feet
And I dont have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street

And its not my fault, I can find my way, yeah its not my fault
There goes another day, Ive been here too long
Do I have to change into what it takes, yeah make it No.1

I feel out of flavour, I dont look like a picture
You think Im a loser, but I can see through you
Youre running around like youre running the country
I know that you think that youve got one on me
Ear to the ground like a boy about town
Cant get nothing to fit me!

And its not my fault, I can find my way, yeah its not my fault
There goes another day, Ive 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 couldnt 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 its not my fault, I can find my way, yeah its not my fault
Got to look out for an old friend who used to be real close
Said it couldnt 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