The Same Old You

Hey, I remember you back in '72

With your David Bowie hair and your platform shoes

Your part-time job selling fast food

But out on the street, you was nobody's fool

Baby, way down deep, it's the same old you

Way down deep, you ain't hiding the truth

Just for a minute, you had me fooled

But baby, way down deep, it's the same old you

Well, you can walk through the city on fire

You can try and turn away from the truth

Living life like a young politician

Sure of yourself and bulletproof

But baby, way down deep, it's the same old you

Way down deep, you ain't hiding the truth

Just for a minute, you had me confused

Baby, way down deep, it's the same old you

We could buy a '62 Cadillac

Put a Fender amplifier in the back

Drive straight to the heart of America

Turn up to ten, let that sucker blast

Baby, way down deep, it's the same old you

Way down deep, you ain't hiding the truth

Just for a minute, you had me fooled

Baby, way down deep, it's the same old you

Well, it's the same old you

Yeah

Yeah