Every Picture Tells a Story

Lyrics

Spent some time feelin' inferior Standin' in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways But I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said "Son you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave But remember one thing don't lose your head To a woman that'll spend your bread" So I got out Paris was a place you could hide away If you thought you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace Just claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank, minding my own Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot When all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused Down in Rome I wasn't getting enought Of the things that keep a young man alive My body stunk but I kept my funk at a time