Well I never really was one of the boys
I was just a weird-dressed kid making noise
And when the guys hit the town well I stayed in
Playing old records again and again

So— [bad word] )
When I wanted hard I hit the jackpot
Now I’m everything that I was not
She’s made a man of a fool
She’s so hot she makes me cool

Well now everybody’s raving ’bout my baby
Saying that they just don’t understand
What she sees in me, that she’ll soon,
Well, let go of my hand

Yeah,— [bad word] )
(Solo.)

...
Better late than never I say
Now it looks like my time has [bad word] Life is moving to the beat of my [bad word]  [bad word] )
(Repeat last two lines.)