Too many people

Too many people are trying to change me
Too many people are looking to rearrange me
But the last thing I will ever do
To prove that I am a man like you
Is to work from nine to five
Trying to keep myself alive
And have to listen everday to everybody's jive
And concentrate my time
On simply trying to make a dime
And agitate my mind
On trying to make my values right

Too Many Things
Too Many Things
Too Many Things

Too many things that I got to do
Too many bags that I got to run through
And the last thing I will ever do
To prove that I am a man like you
Is turn away the girls
Even though I want a whirl
And worry just because
That's what everybody else does
And chase myself around
So that I'm not all day found
Wear a suit and tie
When I'd rather sit and die

Too Many People
Too Many People
Too Many People