Letra de No. 1

I´ve got to get up ma, and get in my place
I´ve got to work out ma, and sort out my face
I´ve got all ´zines telling me what to eat
And I´m tired of being told what to wear on my feet
And I don´t have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street

And it´s not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it´s not my fault
There goes another day, I´ve been here too long
Do I have to change into what it takes, yeah make it No.1

I feel out of flavour, I don´t look like a picture
You think I´m a loser, but I can see through you
You´re running around like you´re running the country
I know that you think that you´ve got one on me
Ear to the ground like a boy about town
Can´t get nothing to fit me!

And it´s not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it´s not my fault
There goes another day, I´ve been here too long
Do I have to change in to what it takes, yeah make it No.1

Got to call for an old friend who used to be real close
Said he couldn´t go on the American way
Sold his house, sold his car
Bought a ticket to the West coast
Now he gives him ´em a stand-up routine in L.A.

yeah but it´s not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it´s not my fault
Got to look out for an old friend who used to be real close
Said it couldn´t go on the American way
Sold his house, sold his car
Bought a ticket to the West coast
Now he gives ´em a stand-up routine in L.A.
Do I have to change in to what it takes, yeah make it No.1