I've got to get up more, get in the place I've got to work out more, get the saw out my face I've got all the scenes that tell 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 after here 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 Until I have to change into what it takes Let's make it number one I feel out of favour I don't look like a picture You think I'm a loser But I can't see through you You're running around like you're running the country I know that you think that you can run on me Into the ground, you're before you But time can't get nothing of me It's not my fault, I can find my way And it's not my fault There goes another day, I've been here too long Until I have to change into what it takes Let's make it number one Let's make it number one I got a call from an old friend, used to be real close Said he couldn't go on the American way Said he's all set, it's time for a ticket to the West Coast Let's make it number one I got a call from an old friend, used to be real close Said he couldn't go on the American way Said he's all set, it's time for a ticket to the West Coast Let's make it number one