Me Songtext / Lyric

Oh why do people look at me

As though I were a freak

Oh can't they see that what they’re looking at

Is quite unique

In fact I’d go as far as saying

I’m something of a gem

Whose qualities do not expire

They simply overwhelm



If I believe the half of what

Most analysts now claim

Then photos of me must be put

Into a Zimmer frame

You can't make music at your age

It simply isn't done

Well balls to those who take that view

Especially if they’re young



Me I believe a child that misbehaves

And answers back

Would benefit for what it did

By being given a smack



Why do people

Why do people

Why do people



I’m happy being middle aged

Where confidence is full

When growing up my sister's doll

Was all that I could pull



Your eyes are blue

Your eyes are green

What difference does it make?

As long as you've no more than two

And only one's a fake



I‘ve never felt the urge to burn

The candle at both ends

The logic of it does indeed

Make very little sense

Imagine trying to place it somewhere

After it's been lit

With flames above it and below

There's nowhere it would fit

Let alone a candlestick

Let alone a candlestick