Ian Anderson
I Don’t Want to Be Me
Got a grand house out in the country
Marble pillars holding the door
Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before
Got a Roller out in the garage
But the wheels are stuck to the floor
Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me
I know it's hard to see, But I don't want to be me
Had me playing down at the palace
I was declared the belle of the ball
Made the boys take my goods and chattels away--
Now I'm staring at an empty hall
I don't want to be me
Pardon me--I'm on my way
Pardon me but I'm going
Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing
I'm going to ride the ragged road--
Diamond spurs jangling into the sunset
No circuits running overload--Well maybe I'm not done yet
Now there's nothing left in the cupboard
And three bears' been eating my soup
My life is one big critical mess if you take a look
And the butler's off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk
But I can't check out of this crazy world
Without being a jerk--I don't want to be me