Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life, 
 An amateur is inbetween 
 Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life 

 Dodelodelon-don 
 Dodelodelon-don 

 Just when you think you’ve had enough 
 The bubble bursts, just when you’re down on your luck; so [bad word] 

 Once in your life, when everyone’s a crook, 
 You try to get back to your roots, girl 

 I can’t figure out what I’m singing here 
 I do hear that it ends with: so [bad word]  can’t you see 

 Daddy, take a good care of my brother 
 The amateurs and pro’s, saints & saviours 
 We will fall apart without mother 
 After all we are two total strangers 

 If somebody else is okay with it all, 
 Then it’s only ‘cause they didn’t dare to say 

 Once in your life, when everyone’s a crook, 
 You try to get it back to all your roots, girl 

 I lived a life where everyone 
 (and amateurs, sings the other half of the choir) is a crook 
 Try to get back to your roots, girl 

 Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life, 
 An amateur is inbetween 
 Whenever I pick up the pieces of my life 

 If somebody else is okay with it all, 
 Then it’s only ‘cause they didn’t dare to say 

 Daddy, take a good care of my brother 
 The amateurs and pro’s, saints & saviours 
 We will fall apart without mother 
 After all we are two total strangers 

 Ah, amateurs pick on somebody new! 
 Ah, amateurs pick on somebody new! 

 Daddy, take a good care of my brother 
 The amateurs and pro’s, saints & saviours 
 We will fall apart without mother 
 After all we are two total strangers 

 If somebody else is okay with it all, 
 Then it’s only ‘cause they didn’t dare to say 

 Oh, try to get back to your roots, girl