Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes like cartoons from other peoples lives,
  I start to wonder what it takes to be a man.
  Well I learned to drink & I learned to smoke & I learned to tell a dirty joke.
  If that's all there is then there's no point for me.
    *So please can I ask just why we're alive?
  'Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
  & if you hang around too long you'll be a man.
  Tell me 'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
  you've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
  & nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
    So you stumble into town & hold your
  stomach in.
  Show them what you've got tho' they 've seen everything.
  Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before.
  You've got no need but still you want,
  so go and book that restaurant.
  The wine will flow & then you'll just
  fly away.
    [*Repeat (x2)]
  To a man
  To a man
  That's what I am.