A lot of guys
Stop to ask me
What’s the secret of life?
And I’ll say to them
How the hell should I know
Except it’s what you see
All around you like
People sitting on the bus
Pile their bags so high
On the seat next to them
Because they don’t want anyone
Sitting right alongside
You see everybody is afraid
Of someone or something
Getting too close
And it’s the same with the rich
You know flying around
In their private jets
It’s the same damn thing
And it’s very dangerous too
All those movie stars
Politicians and musicians
Who lost their lives
In their private planes
Rugged individualism
Is what they used to call it
Back in the day
But that’s just words
They used to use
To try and give it
A positive spin
Something to say for
A good cub-scout leader
Maybe an infantry captain
Or anybody who knows
How to get by
No matter what
To live off the land
Just like me
Yeah I guess you could
Say that about me
Anyway
It’s like everyone
Made the same mistake
About what Marlene Dietrich said
She never said
She wanted to be alone
No siree
You see
That wasn't what she
Said at all
She said she wanted to be left alone
And you can take it from me
That’s a completely different thing
If you get what I mean
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