Look, it s me

Every time I look into the mirror,
genuinely happy to be me,
I can’t help but think if there’s an error,
should I really trust in who I see?

But it is me barefoot
dancing the fandango
and wiping my pigsticker on the grass.
Look, it’s me
cheating with your wife.
Look, it’s me,
it isn’t you,
not you, not you, not you!

Dozen silly jokes is everything I’ve got,
nothing else that I could give or take.
With my senseless soul I’m gonna meet my God,
no more fever, no more stomachache.

Yet it’s me barefoot
dancing the fandango
and wiping my pigsticker on the grass.
Look, it’s me
cheating with your wife.
Look it’s me,
it isn’t you,
not you, not you, not you!

Soon I’m gonna take a new direction,
maybe life is better for the dead.
Gonna fly away with no reflection,
and nobody to remember

that it was me barefoot
dancing the fandango
and wiping my pigsticker on the grass.
it was me
cheating with your wife.
It was me,
it wasn’t you,
not you, not you, not you!