There's a man on my block he owns a band
I wonder what who does to make amends
That waif upstairs never had no soul
Just mini King Kong in a circus show

You're gonna get along, you're gonna get along
But what about me, what about me

Depression, rejection chained in my cell
At least your different soul got your heaven and sell
I hate who I am, well I imagine who I be
Makes living in the future sort of a mystery

You're gonna get along, you're gonna get along
But what about me, what about me baby
I said what about me, what about me
I said what about me, what about me baby
Hey

My dear friends they rough up my style
Now there's the kind of trouble I just keep on file
I'm sick and I'm tired plus I'm fed up, now I'm sad
You could have been the best thing I ever had

You're gonna get along
You're gonna get along
Yeah, but what about me
What about me, baby
I said what about me
What about me...