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

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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)