Why can 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 any where, no



So I don't care

Then laugh at me

If that's love affair

I have to beg 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 up stairs

Says to do

I'll do 'em for you

I'll do 'em

I'll do 'em all for you



It's gotta start some place

It's gotta start some how

I'll make that other cheek 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 a why

Instead of why, baby

Instead of why

What did I do to you?