Why can I be like any guy?   Why do they try   To make me run   Son of a gun      Now, what do they care   About the clothes I wear?   Why get their kicks   From making fun      Yeah, this world's   Got a lot of space   And if they don't like my face   It ain't me that's   Going any where, no      So I don't care   Then laugh at me   If that's love affair   I have to beg to be free      Then baby laugh at me   And I'll cry for you   And I'll pray for you   And I'll do all the things      That the man up stairs   Says to do   I'll do 'em for you   I'll do 'em   I'll do 'em all for you      It's gotta start some place   It's gotta start some how   I'll make that other cheek mine   And maybe the next guy   That don't wear a silk tie      He can walk by and say hi   Say hi instead of why   Instead of a why   Instead of why, baby   Instead of why   What did I do to you?