I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

The husband or the hedonist
The businessman or [bad word] 
The artist or the showbizz creep
The lover or the nervous geek
The question of identity is one that's always haunted me
Whoever I decide to be depends on who is with me

I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

The tactless twit putting his foot in it
Or the sensitive soul who's a role model
The urban jet setter - never at home
Or the country recluse - just leave me alone
Extravert or introvert
Love is kind, and love hurts
Rebellion or conformity
What is my identity?

I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

The intellectual and bon-viveur
Or the naive simpleton, so immature
devoted son and family man
Or the wicked uncle who doesn't give a [bad word] 
How often these have tempted me
The question of identity depends on what I'm meant to be

I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people at once