Got to get out more Get in the place Got to work out more And sort out my face I've got all the 'zines that tell me what to eat And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet And I don't have the time to get all worked up About the year on the street And it's not my fault, I can find my way Yeah it's not my fault, there goes another day I've been here too long, do I have to change Into what it takes To make it number one? I feel out of favour I don't look like a picture You think I'm a loser, But I can see through you You're running around like you're running the country I know that you think that you've got one on me Ear to the ground, like the boy about town Can't get nothing to fit me And it's not my fault, I can find my way Yeah it's not my fault, there goes another day I've been here too long, do I have to change Into what it takes To make it number one? Got a call from an old friend, used to be real close Said he couldn't go on the American way Sold his house, sold his car Bought a ticket to the West Coast Now he gives 'em a stand-up routine in L.A.