(Instrumental & sax into)

What will it take for them to leave me alone?
Don't they know I'm just a guy who sings songs?
I'm not promoting no hit record
And I don't have no t.v. show
An' I don't have no reason
To live in the gold fish bowl

I'm just doin' my gigs
An' I'm on an' off the road
Ev'rything I say is not meant to be
Set in stone
Just because they call me a celebrity
That does not make it true
'Cause I don't believe in the myth, people
So, why should you?

Jazz, blues and funk
That's not rock an' roll
Folk with a beat an
Little bit a soul

I don't have no hit record
I don't have no t.v. show
Tell me, why should I have to
Live in this gold fish bowl?

(Instrumental and organ)

Well, the parasites and psychic vampires
Feeding on the public at large
Projectin' the shadow
Onto everyone at us

Well, the newspaper barons
Are scum of the lowest degree
And they prey on ev'rybody
They prey on you an' me

I'm singin' jazz, blues and funk
Baby, that's not rock an' roll
An' folk with a beat
An' a little bit a soul

I don't have no hit record
I don't have no t.v. show
So, why should I want to
Live in this gold fish bowl?

(Instrumental & sax)

So why should I want to
Live in this gold fish bowl?