Why can I be like any guy Why do they try and 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 fair 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 them for you I'll do them I'll do them 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 And he can walk by and say hi Say hi, instead of why Instead of why Instead of why, baby Instead of why What did I do to you