You say I have to get a real life But I'm not sure how that in making Someone or other rich Is any more real than making A niche for yourself Well I'm without a zack, a truth A coin, a kopeck Or an elusive brass razoo But my dear rationalist Don't dream I couldn't care I too grow quickly bored Of the clothes I wear, so maybe I should go and get a real life Real like cutting a fine figure Or scraping a deposit together For it, heaven forbid Just suppose I cannot live On taxes and goodwill forever But how is it That the problem just doesn't seem to press While my fingers are themselves Pressing hard against the neck I was sure that I suffered And worked as hard As anyone I knew Well it seems I haven't I better damn well fix it and Make it look every inch as though I do But still I'll have to go and get a real life And I've no doubt that it will happen Maybe I've put it off for too long now Gonna see if I can't get something better than a... Maybe I'm amidst of a real lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
