Small town - where I grew up as a child

Second hand clothes, we were all running wild

I would watch all my idols, on a black and white TV

And the world said I needed money to be considered somebody

But I'm a working man

And I got all this love to give

No one needs the glamour or the sex more than me

But I don't want to be Pacino

I don't want to be Dean

I'd rather be someone like me

(Yeah...)

Daydream - that my dreams would come true

I thought I was special, but I'm just the same as you

I got ambushed by envy, on the factory floor

But I'm a working man

And I got all this love to give

No one needs the glamour or the fame more than me

But I don't want to be Pacino

I don't want to be Dean

I'd rather be someone like me

I want to be, someone like me

I want to be, somebody

I want to be, someone like me

I want to be, somebody

I want to be, someone like me

I want to be, somebody

(I mean it)

I'm wasting my time, trying to be a king

I'm better off grateful, than expectant and fearful

I got caught up in the wine bars, with the crackers and the cheese

I thought it was important, to be seen with the idols of my teens

But I'm a working man

And I got all this love to give

No one needs the glamour or the sex more than me

But I don't want to be Pacino

I don't want to be Dean

I don't want to be Presley

I don't want to be Sheen 

And I don't want to be Simpson

I don't want to be Ciccone

And I don't want to be frightened of myself and who I am anymore

'Cause I'm a working man

And I got all this love to give

I'd rather be someone like me...

Living in NYC

Mama said I've got to slow down get a handle on my life

I was living in California with a Jewish princess for my wife

From a Catholic school yard secretly alone

Mama living in NYC and it feels like home

I said Mama living in NYC and it feels like home

Mama says I should think again

'Cos maybe this ain't right

I'm here in Acapulco

And my girlfriend's day is my wife's night

From a rusty bike to a mobile phone

Mama living in NYC and it feels like home

I said Mama living in NYC and it feels like home

home my love I said that I didn't care about our future

But I care so much 

And I lie until I find a place before my ashes have been burned

Mama says I got a new start

and a place to call my own

Planted in Manhattan now I'll eat the fruit that I have grown

From a welfare cheque to a comfort zone

A man with a new face 

and sweet mama I'm living in NYC with a new face

And I don't have to be alone

And sweet mama living in NYC and it feels like home

I said Mama living in NYC and it feels like home

I said Mama living in NYC and it feels like home

Hometown

Even though I'm a country boy

I've spent all of my whole life in the city

I found myself on a social climb

Left all of my school friends far behind

And I ain't got time to live a lie

Cos I feel everyone from the old town burn inside

na na na na na na I wanna go back yeah I wanna go back to my hometown

I miss the fields and I miss the sun I miss the home made bread in everyone

na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I wanna go back and I wanna go back to my hometown

Even though I'm an inside man

I've spent all of my whole life on the outside

Schmoozing is a way of life

Saying Hi every night to a side of me I don't like

And Michael Mcfay's on the phone

And I'm trying to life as a tear falls down my spine

na na na na na na I wanna go back yeah I wanna go back to my hometown

I miss the fields and I miss the sun I miss the home made bread in everyone

na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I wanna go back and I wanna go back to my hometown

Windermere a beautiful sight 

As I feel the lonely New York city night

Wasdale got a boy in her arms

And the new born lamb cries freedom

Sca Fell Pike the air so fresh that it makes you cry

And the rainclouds sprinkle tears in your eyes

I got two successful blue eyes

One of them pointing to the floor 

the other one to the sky

to that sweet sweet hometown

to that sweet sweet hometown

to that sweet sweet hometown

na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na 

Bobbie Jo

Summer back in '83 

I'm sitting with a man named Bobbie Jo

I really don't know which one is me 

I really don't know which one I should let go

Bobbie Jo got no front teeth 

He hides in a world of a higher class

Where are his dreams? 

He sold them all to me

Got a call in my 5 star luxury home

I pick up the phone it's Bobbie Jo

And he said he isn't ever gonna leave me alone

He said he's gonna be there wherever I go

Bobbie Jo got 2 left feet 

One how he is and one how he's seen 

Know what I mean?

He sold them all to me

He sold them all to me

Poor Bobbie Jo got all he ever needs 

He raises a toast like melted cheese 

Then fall to his knees

He sold them all to me

He sold them all to me

Bobbie Jo got no front teeth he hides in a world of a higher class

Where are his dreams? 

He sold them all to me

He sold them all to me

He sold them all to me

He sold them all to me

He sold them all to me