Every year is the same

And I feel it again.

I'm a loser, no chance to win.

Leaves start falling,

Come down is calling

Loneliness starts sinking in.

But I'm one

I am one.

And I can see

That this is me

And I will be,

You'll all see, I'm the one.

Where do you get

Those blue, blue jeans,

Faded, patched, secret so tight?

Where do you get

That walk oh, so lean? But I'm one, etc.

I got a Gibson

(Without a case)

But I can't get that even-tanned look on my face.

Ill-fitting clothes

And I bend in the crowd

Fingers so clumsy,

Voice too loud.

But I'm one, etc