Too many people Too many people Too many people Too many people are trying to change me Too many people are looking to rearrange me But the last thing I'll ever do To prove that I'm a man like you Is to work from nine to five Trying to keep myself alive And have to listen everday to everybody's jive And concentrate my time On simply trying to make a dime And agitate my mind On trying to make my values right
Too many things Too many things Too many things Too many things that I've got to do Too many bags that I've got to run through And the last thing I'll ever do To prove that I'm a man like you Is turn away the girls Even though I want a whirl And worry just because That's what everybody else does And chase myself around So that I'm not all day found Wear a suit and tie When I'd rather sit and die