Got a grand house out in the country.

Marble pillars holding the door.

Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before.

Got a Roller out in the garage.

But the wheels are stuck to the floor.

Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore.

I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me,

I know it's hard to see, But I don't want to be me.

Had me playing down at the palace.

I was declared the belle of the ball.

Made the boys take my goods and chattels away--

now I'm staring at an empty hall.

I don't want to be me.

Pardon me--I'm on my way.

Pardon me but I'm going.

Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing.

I'm going to ride the ragged road--

diamond spurs jangling into the sunset.

No circuits running overload--Well maybe I'm not done yet.

Now there's nothing left in the cupboard

and three bears' been eating my soup.

My life is one big critical mess if you take a look.

And the butler's off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk.

But I can't check out of this crazy world

without being a jerk--I don't want to be me.