I must admit
I’ve been trying to look the part
But the clothes don’t fit
And I’ve got to say
I kinda hate my hair
When it’s done this way, no
I don’t like the way that I have changed
I’ve been pouring water
into good champagne
I don’t know why, oh why, I try
To be someone else
Mm mm mm
Cos it’s fine, so fine, so fine
To be myself
Mm mm mm
I gotta be myself
Oh it’s hard to be cool
When you’re the smallest kid
In a great big school
When you’re up on your toes
You’re reaching for the heavens
But you’re not even close, no
I am never gonna win that game
There’s no point overtaking
in the left hand lane
If I’m gonna write a song
I gotta sing it myself
If I’m gonna get it done
I gotta do it myself
If I’m gonna be the one
I gotta be myself
