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 gra** 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