Too many lovers, too many evils
Too many high class kinds of people
I've got soul, I've got loving
I know people who are just good for nothing
Too many soldiers with their backs against the wall
I'm as good as many and so much better than most

Too many people, oh so many
'Cos they've got money, think they've got plenty
That's not so, guess we all know
Think that every street is paved with gold
You know 'Mr Hobo' sleeps out in the road
He's as good as many and so much better than most

It doesn't really matter what you are
You could go nowhere or you could go far
'Cos there's no need to hide inside your shell
You're what you are so try and be yourself-oh yeh

Jump back, baby jump back
Don't look back, baby don't look back
Jump back, baby jump back
Don't look back, I said baby....