Got a grand house out in the country. 

Marble pillars holding the door. 

Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before. 

Got a Roller out in the garage. 

But the wheels are stuck to the floor. 

Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore. 

I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me, 



I know it's hard to see, But I don't want to be me. 

Had me playing down at the palace. 

I was declared the belle of the ball. 

Made the boys take my goods and chattels away-- 

now I'm staring at an empty hall. 

I don't want to be me. 



Pardon me--I'm on my way. 

Pardon me but I'm going. 

Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing. 

I'm going to ride the ragged road-- 

diamond spurs jangling into the sunset. 

No circuits running overload--Well maybe I'm not done yet. 



Now there's nothing left in the cupboard 

and three bears' been eating my soup. 

My life is one big critical mess if you take a look. 

And the butler's off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk. 

But I can't check out of this crazy world 

without being a jerk--I don't want to be me.