So pardon me, boys
I'm gonna be late
I don't have the choice
I've got to get into shapeIt's eight on the nose
And I gotta go
So pass me my coat
I've got to get to the showAin't got no feelin'
Ain't got no pain
Ain't got no reason
To try againDon't need no finger
To point at me
Can't let it linger
I must get freeSo send me away
'Cause I need a break
What more can I say?
There's just so much I can takeBut don't be so sad
I'm feelin' alright
It won't be so bad
If I can get through tonightIt seemed so simple
Let's go out and have some fun
Someone to play to
We didn't know what we'd begunThen as things grew
We really thought we had it made
But soon we all knew
That we'd be ending up like slavesThe simple fact is
There really ain't no inbetween
You're either up there
Or scurryin' round and lookin' leanAnd when you're up there
They just can't wait to tear you down
Just like a treadmill
You find yourself goin' 'roundSo pardon me, boys
I'm gonna be late
I don't have the choice
I've got to get into shapeSo just one more time
Yeah, that is for sure
And then I'll be fine
Ah, but I've said it before