Your radio-waves don't make me laugh,
Take another photograph,
Take another well-earned rest,
You've got a lot of time to invest.
Your crazy mama's baby's crying,
Your soul's a fire and it's dying,
Take a leaf from my book,
Before you run right out of luck.

I don't get much sleep these days,
It's terrible when your mind strays,
Got no money, nowhere to go,
Give me a coffee and I'll let you know,
I've got my pen and poetry book,
You're in a rut and totally stuck,
Hats off to this lazy man,
Get off your pedestal, I'm not your fan.

And I really think that maybe,
One of us is mad,
And I am not your baby,
I'm the one you never had.

Their description doesn't fit ya!
Nor the photofit picture,
So why are you on the run,
If you've done nothing wrong?
Your fingerprint's genetic,
The alphabet's phonetic,
If you've nothing else to prove,
Then why are you on the move?

Your TV shows don't interest me,
Nor docu-soaps about HIV,
I'm not into your spaceman dreams,
Or whispered shouts, or silent screams,
Or rubber cheques and your credit card,
On which you rely when times get hard,
Or magic men who come from the sky,
Or priests who bless you when you die.

And I really think that maybe,
One of us is mad,
And I am not your baby,
I'm the one you never had.

And it hurts like hell to love you,
And I guess it's kinda tough,
When I put myself above you,
And it's just not quite enough.

And I really think that maybe,
One of us is mad,
And I am not your baby,
I'm the one you never had.