You wanna play it loud?
Well maybe I'm too old
I ain't in it to win, yeah
Or to do what I'm told
One piece of advice
If I could be so bold
Take off that three-piece suit
'Cause your tie's strangling your soul
You'll never be no well-respected man
Neat hair, nice tie, if that's the plan
Guess you've forgotten who I am
Don't wanna be no well-respected man
Say I should give it up
And get a nine-to-five
But what's the point of money
If you feel barely alive?
Live a steady life
Get some security
But if you march to the boss-man's drum
Then brother, who's really free?
You'll never be no well-respected man
Neat hair, nice tie, if that's the plan
Guess you've forgotten who I am
Don't wanna be no well-respected man
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You wanna play it loud?
Well maybe I'm too old
I ain't in it to win, yeah
Or to do what I'm told
One piece of advice
If I could be so bold
Take off that three-piece suit
'Cause your tie's strangling your soul
You'll never be no well-respected man
Neat hair, nice tie, if that's the plan
Guess you've forgotten who I am
Don't wanna be no well-respected man
Say I should give it up
And get a nine-to-five
But what's the point of money
If you feel barely alive?
Live a steady life
Get some security
But if you march to the boss-man's drum
Then brother, who's really free?
You'll never be no well-respected man
Neat hair, nice tie, if that's the plan
Guess you've forgotten who I am
Don't wanna be no well-respected man
Well maybe I'm too old
I ain't in it to win, yeah
Or to do what I'm told
One piece of advice
If I could be so bold
Take off that three-piece suit
'Cause your tie's strangling your soul
You'll never be no well-respected man
Neat hair, nice tie, if that's the plan
Guess you've forgotten who I am
Don't wanna be no well-respected man
Say I should give it up
And get a nine-to-five
But what's the point of money
If you feel barely alive?
Live a steady life
Get some security
But if you march to the boss-man's drum
Then brother, who's really free?
You'll never be no well-respected man
Neat hair, nice tie, if that's the plan
Guess you've forgotten who I am
Don't wanna be no well-respected man
Writer: Crouton McGinn
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