"No.1"

"No.1"

I've got to get up ma, and get in my place

I've got to work out ma, and sort out my face

I've got all 'zines telling me what to eat

And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet

And I don't have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street

And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault

There goes another day, I've been here too long

Do I have to change into what it takes, yeah make it No.1

I feel out of flavour, I don't look like a picture

You think I'm a loser, but I can see through you

You're running around like you're running the country

I know that you think that you've got one on me

Ear to the ground like a boy about town

Can't get nothing to fit me!

And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault

There goes another day, I've 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 couldn't 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 it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault

Got to look out for an old friend who used to be real close

Said it couldn't 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