Why can’t I be like any guy?
Why do they try to make me run?
Son of a gun, now
What do they care, about the clothes I wear?
Why get their kicks from making fun, yeah?
This world’s got a lot of space
And if they don’t like my face
It ain’t me that’s going anywhere, no So I don’t care
Let 'em laugh at me If that’s the fare
I have to pay to be free
Then baby, laugh at me, and I’ll cry for you
And I’ll pray for you
And I’ll do all the things
That the man upstairs says to do
I’ll do 'em for you
I’ll do 'em
I’ll do 'em all for you
It’s gotta stop someplace
It’s gotta stop sometime
I’ll make sure that she’s mine
And maybe the next guy
That don’t wear a silk tie
He can walk by and say hi Say, hi Instead of why
Instead of why
Instead of why babe
Instead of why
What did I do to you?
I don’t know what to do