Every morning he wakes up at 8 running late
Scrapes the last of the tin of beans from off his plate
Forget the suit and tie he’d rather die
Than look like one of those hypocrite salesmen in disguise

Is he living a dream
I’m not sure but he at least he keeps the work clean
He’s got a car but it never starts
You can find him on the street with a spanner and set of jump leads

What is it that you really wanna see
I’m not a man I pretend to be
I just keep saying

I'm not rich
I'm not pretty
Out of control
When I get this feeling
Im not proud
But I’m on your side
And nothings ever ever gonna take you away from me

He’s got a mortgage at 23
Quite impressive its rare to see
The neighbours reckon he’s a psycho on LSD
Believe what you wanna believe
He doesn’t smoke
He doesn’t drink
Unless his misses is having a whinge
Then he starts to binge
Smashing all the cans from the back of the fridge

What is it that you really wanna see
I’m not a man I pretend to be
I just keep saying

I'm not rich
I'm not pretty
Out of control
When I get this feeling
Im not proud
But I’m on your side
And nothings ever ever gonna take you away from me

I'm not rich
I'm not pretty
Out of control
When I get this feeling
Im not proud
But I’m on your side
And nothings ever ever gonna take you away from me