No 1 – A – letras

Got to get out moreGet in the placeGot to work out moreAnd sort out my faceI’ve got all the ‘zines that tell me what to eatAnd I’m tired of being told what to wear on my feetAnd I don’t have the time to get all worked upAbout the year on the streetAnd it’s not my fault, I can find my wayYeah it’s not my fault, there goes another dayI’ve been here too long, do I have to changeInto what it takesTo make it number one?I feel out of favourI don’t look like a pictureYou think I’m a loser,But I can see through youYou’re running around like you’re running the countryI know that you think that you’ve got one on meEar to the ground, like the boy about townCan’t get nothing to fit meAnd it’s not my fault, I can find my wayYeah it’s not my fault, there goes another dayI’ve been here too long, do I have to changeInto what it takesTo make it number one?Got a call from an old friend, used to be real closeSaid he couldn’t go on the American waySold his house, sold his carBought a ticket to the West CoastNow he gives ’em a stand-up routine in L.A.