I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people   I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people at once      The husband or the hedonist   The businessman or the communist   The artist or the showbiz creep   The lover or the nervous geek   The question of identity is one that's always haunted me   Whoever I decide to be depends on who is with me      I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people   I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people at once      The tactless twit putting his foot in it   Or the sensitive soul who's a role model   The urban jet setter, never at home   Or the country recluse, just leave me alone   Extrovert or introvert, love is kind, and love hurts   Rebellion or conformity, what is my identity?      I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people   I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people at once      The intellectual and bon viveur   Or the naive simpleton, so immature   A devoted son and family man   Or the wicked uncle who doesn't give a damn   How often these have tempted me?   The question of identity, depends on what I'm meant to be      I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people   I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people at once      I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people   I sometimes think that I'm too many people   Too many people, too many people at once