You're a southern man

You're a northern soul

You're a west-ender

You got eastern soul

But you're no-one at all



You're a rich man

You're a poor man

You're a this man

Then you're that man

But you're no-one at all



You're a liar

You're a winner

And expert and a beginner

But you're no-one at all



When the wind blows

That's when you know

That your nose grows

And your face shows

That you're no-one at all



You're a hard rock

With your own space

You're a disgrace

But you've got your grace

But you're no-one at all



You're a hard space

But you get things done

If the day is lost

Then the night is won

But you're no-one at all



You're a loner and

You're an only one

You're a red man

Then you're a blue man

But you're no-one at all