Lyrics

I'm gonna admit it Come on and forget it You always stand by me Won't you objectify me? I was a sharecropper I was a prizefighter You took my pride from me I ache in my tummy Chauffeur-driven limousine That's not what this song is about Lifestyle of the idle rich You can count me out (No, in) I can't do anything right now You only want to fight now Everyone is out to get you I wish I could forget you I want to catch my breath You analyze it to death I'm gonna step on the third rail Blues falling down like hail True love with commercial appeal That's not what this song's about Champagne in the private yacht You can count me out (In) Oh, oh yeah You think the world of me You act likе you're above me Handshakе agreement That's not what she meant Is it a bad omen? I hear the rain a-comin' I hate it when I lose Good news and bad news Chauffeur-driven limousine That's not what this song's about Lifestyle of the idle rich You can count me out (No, in) Oh, yeah (Count me in) You can count me out Come on, yeah Oh yeah, come on (Count me in) Count me out