Lyrics:

Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)

I can't make your way.

Silly men, they all get worried,

Live their life so worthlessly,

Troubled, bothered, flustered, hurried,

They should take a look at me.

Taxman, rentman, they all chase me,

I ain't home when they come round.

Got no money, live my life free,

That's the best way, I have found.



I can't make your way.

I can't make your way.



I can't make your way.

Is that me I hear you calling?

Do I hear you call my name?

It ain't me that will be falling,

Ten years time, I'll be the same.



I can't make your way.

I can't make your way.

I can't make your way.

I can't make your way.

I can't make your way