Why can't I, be like any guy? Why do they try to 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 Let 'em laugh at me If that's the fare I have to pay 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 'em for you I'll do 'em I'll do 'em all for you
I'll make sure that she's mine And maybe the next guy That don't wear a silk tie He can walk by and say 'Hi' Say, 'Hi' Instead of why Instead of why Instead of why babe Instead of why What did I do to you I don't know what to do