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 anywhere, 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 upstairs 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?