She thought I was James Dean,
born in the USA,
the son of Buffalo Bill,
so she was in awe.
Then again, I wore a checkered shirt,
a guitar dangling on my back
to play the handsome cowboy,
but that was just an act.
She kept speaking English to me
I answered with a couple of phoney words
just bits of songs I had heard.
Total dismay.
She thought I was a race car driver
coming straight from the 24 hours
with my painted helmet,
so she was in awe.
I told her about checkered flags,
nicely controlled skids,
mesmerized fans,
television.
She said "let's have a ride to the sea
in your amazing racing car!"
My old crate won't exceed 50MPH
Total dismay.
I'm not comfortable with myself,
acting the handsome driver
and I just go with my bicycle clip.
I'm a phoney. I'm a phoney.
I'm just a show-off stuffed with aspirin pills
and I just go with my bicycle clip.
I'm a phoney. I'm a phoney.
She thought I was a singer
travelling incognito,
tours, sound systems, hysterical girls
so she was in awe.
Then again, I wore high heels
a girl's rabbit fur coat,
and thin ankle bracelets.
What a show-off.
She said "sing me a song".
I took a couple of pep pills
and massacred "Satisfaction"
Total dismay
I'm not comfortable with myself,
acting the handsome singer
and I just go with my bicycle clip.
I'm a phoney. I'm a phoney.
I'm just a show-off stuffed with aspirin pills
and I just go with my bicycle clip.
I'm a phoney. I'm a phoney.
I live with my granny
behind the gate-keeper's house
and I just go with my bicycle clip.
I'm a phoney. I'm a phoney.
I'm not comfortable with myself,
acting the handsome cowboy
and I just go with my bicycle clip.
I'm a phoney. I'm a phoney.