Too Many People

Too many people

Too many people

Too many people

Too many people are tryin' to change me

Too many people are lookin' to rearrange me

But the last thing I'll ever do

To prove that I am a man like you

Is work from nine to five tryin' to keep myself alive

And have to listen every day to everybody's jive

And concentrate my time on simply tryin' to make a dime

And agitate my mind on tryin' to make our values rhyme

Too many things

Too many things

Too many things

Too many things that I've got to do

Too many bags that I've got to run through

And the last thing I'll ever do

To prove that I am a man like you

Is turn away the girls even though I want a whirl

And worry just because that's what everybody else does

And chase myself around so that I'm not called a clown

Wear a suit and tie when I'd rather sit and die

Too many people (Too many people)

Too many people (Too many people)

Too many people (Too many people)

Too many people (Too many people)

Too many people (Too many people)

Too many people

Too many people (Too many people)