Me Songtext
von Gilbert O’Sullivan

Oh, why do people look at me as though I were a freak
Oh, can′t they see that what they're looking at is quite unique
In fact, I′d go as far as saying I'm something of a gem
Whose qualities do not expire, they simply overwhelm

If I believe the half of what most analysts now claim
Then photos of me must be put into a Zimmer frame
You can't make music at your age
It simply isn′t done
Well, balls to those who take that view
Especially if they′re young

Me I believe a child that misbehaves
And answers back
Would benefit for what it did
By being given a smack


(Why do people, why do people, why do people)
Mm-mm-mm-mm

I'm happy being middle-aged
Where confidence is full
When growing up, my sister′s doll
Was all that I could pull

Your eyes are blue
Your eyes are green
What difference does it make?
As long as you've no more than two
And only one′s a fake


I've never felt the urge to burn the candle at both ends
The logic of it does indeed make very little sense
Imagine trying to place it somewhere after it′s been lit
With flames above it and below
There's nowhere it would fit
Let alone a candlestick
Let alone a candlestick