[Intro]              
Should now be feeling happy
Since I have a fine new job
An wife an family
I m the model man who s made it
                 
Every month a thousand bucks!
I should thank the Lord I have it
                     
And my success as an artist
Should be proud I ve got a Chevy
                       
I m the kind of guy that lucks!
So, I should now be glad as glad
With my brand new home in the best quarter
After starving for two years
                             
In this  of s of towns!
Should be proud of being socially
   
Respected and even feared
But I think this kind of success
                               
Is for circuses and for clowns!
          
You know, I should be vain and proud
To have won my place in life
But I must wow I m dazed
                  
And I just don t know where I am at
   
Because it was so easy pickings
So I ask myself "and now"?
   
I have so many worlds to conquer
                                  
And I know I cannot be even satisfied with that
     
I should be happy God has granted me
Sundays that I wanted
With my family to play the father
              
To play the husband?and display
But a monumental bore
You will find I am and more
Don t you feel I m happy and easy
                
At the end of every day!
Stand against a looking glass
And see yourself?what an ass
God and devil took to mass
                            
On ten percent use of your brain
You are doctor of philosophy
            
Priest or cooper, what a topper
Don t you wish you could grow young
                      
And start it all again
 
You won t find me gladly sittin                                            
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  
Waiting for my coming death
                 
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating flying saucers
                           
I m awaiting, yes, I m awaiting
At my neighbor s fence
                              
Hoping and looking across the heath! Yeah!                                    
         
I that, you won t you find me gladly sitting                                           
On a throne made of my savings
In my heavily-mortgaged home
                  
Waiting for my coming death
                  
Yeah, for two wonders gravitating flying saucers, saucers
                           
I m awaiting, yes, I m awaiting
At my neighbor s fence
                              
Hoping and looking across the heath!