Bromham-Gadd Too many lovers, too many evils Too many high cla** kinds of people I've got soul, I've got loving I know people who are just good for nothing Too many soldiers with their backs against the wall I'm as good as many and so much better than most Too many people, oh so many 'Cos they've got money, think they've got plenty That's not so, guess we all know Think that every street is paved with gold You know 'Mr Hobo' sleeps out in the road He's as good as many and so much better than most It doesn't really matter what you are You could go nowhere or you could go far 'Cos there's no need to hide inside your shell You're what you are so try and be yourself-oh yeh Jump back, baby jump back Don't look back, baby don't look back Jump back, baby jump back Don't look back, I said baby....