You can’t be the star today
So you’re sick
You can’t be the center
So down down low
You can’t be the barker
Or the auctioneer or poet
So to deal with it all
From the side

You can’t be the prod for men
So you’re onward
You can’t be the yard nor inch
So love love love
You can’t be the preacher
Or the liaison or showman
So to deal with it all
From the side

So to deal with it all
From the side

So to deal with it all
From the side