Ok, you're on your own

It's late

Your girlfriend is on

another date with the

hero in your dream

Turn around, ask yourself

So, you think you're

gonna win this

time, manchild?

Is it the pain

of the drinking

or the sunday

sinking feeling?

The car never

seems to work

When it's late your

girlfriend's on a date

And the hero with

her in your dream

In your sleep it

seemed like you

Turn around,

ask yourself

Turn around,

ask yourself

Manchild,

will you ever win?

Manchild,

look at the

state you're in

Could you go

undercover and sell

your brand new lover?

Could you

Be someone else

for a night?

Maybe someone

else will love you

You'd sell your soul

for a tacky song

Like the ones you

hear on the radio

Turn around,

ask yourself

Turn around

and ask yourself

Manchild,

will you ever win?

Manchild,

look at the

state you're in

Manchild,

he will make you cry

Manchild,

manchild,

manchild

From monday

down to friday

You're working on

another man's car

Or is it in the factory?

It doesn't matter

where you are

Just turn around and

ask yourself is

this communication

Accentuate the positive

to give some illustration

See manchild,

you're no one

I turn the microphone on

Control communication

when I'm kickin' it

and so on to the

point that I need

The air that I breathe

Into an audience that's

waiting and ecstatic

to receive for the

meantime another

mean rhyme

I keep on sayin' it

I know what the time

is in the crowd

we'll keep on playing it

Through the

speaker boxes

Loud's my diagnosis

'Cos I believe in

miracles and words

in steady doses

Enough r-e-s-p-e

and c and t

Respect yourself

express no stress

The mic is easy

Just believe that all

you need is the air

that you breathe

Manchild,

will you ever win?

Manchild,

look at the

state you're in

Manchild,

he will make you cry

Manchild,

manchild,

manchild

He's the apple

of your eye

Once bitten twice shy,

why don't you

bite me again?

Just take it in the right

and go tell your friend

Are you ready for

the words?

I turn the

microphone on

A figure of speech

to reach you at the

back and so on

The style

I'm stimulating

dance floors

Raise your body

temperature now and

this demands for

Power in the amp

You know loud's

my diagnosis

'Cos I believe in miracles

Words in heavy doses