I don't have Spike Lee's looks
I don't have De Vinci's genius
I don't have my feet on the ground
I don't have the patience of my banker
I don't have those things.
I don't have Ghandi's wisdom
Nor the Mohammad Ali's confidence
I don't have a gangster's spirit
The goodness of Abbé Pierre
Nor the Guevara's aura
(chorus)
I'm only a soulman
Listen here, baby.
I'm not a superman
Far from it
Just me, my delusions
I don't have anything else to offer
But I already knew that was true
I don't have a body like in magazines
I don't have the humor of Charlie Chaplain
I don't have the innate knowlegde
The know-how of Bocuse
No, I don't have those things.
I don't have Neil Armstrong's luck
I'm not built like King Kong
Having more strings on my fiddle
The Rosa Park's fervor
Nor Mandela's courage.
(chorus x2)
I would have liked to be like them
To be extraordinary.
I tried hard
I did my best
But no matter what I do
In the end
(chorus x2)
No, no, no, no
Only me,
My delusions
But I already knew that was true