Up on the sand, up on the bay, there is a quick and easy way you say, before you illustrate, I'd rather stay, I'm not the man you think I am, I'm not the man you think I am I'm sorrow's native son, he will not smother anyone, and pretty girls may cry Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh And of the pier and of the bay you took my arm and say, give in to lust, give up to lust, oh, heaven knows we'll soon be done Oh, I'm not the man you think I am, I'm not the man you think I am And sorrow's nature's sound, he will not rise for anyone And pretty girls may pray Oh, really Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh I could have been wild and I could have been free But nature played this trick on me She wants it now And she will not wait But she's too rough and I am too delicate Then on the sound, another man Who takes her hand, a smile Lights up the juice of space and well it pours I lost my faith in womanhood I lost my faith in womanhood I lost my faith Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh I could have been wild and I could have been free But nature played this trick on me She wants it now Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh