Got a grand house out in the country. Marble pillars holding the door. Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before. Got a Roller out in the garage. But the wheels are stuck to the floor. Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore. I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me, I know it's hard to see, But I don't want to be me.
Had me playing down at the palace. I was declared the belle of the ball. Made the boys take my goods and chattels away-- now I'm staring at an empty hall. I don't want to be me.
Pardon me--I'm on my way. Pardon me but I'm going. Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing. I'm going to ride the ragged road-- diamond spurs jangling into the sunset. No circuits running overload--Well maybe I'm not done yet.
Now there's nothing left in the cupboard and three bears' been eating my soup. My life is one big critical mess if you take a look. And the butler's off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk. But I can't check out of this crazy world without being a jerk--I don't want to be me.
