I don’t know much about my roots,
all I got are the close on my back, and the feet in my boots,
not involved in any political affair.
but there is one thing you should know,
dance with me, your in for a show,
I don’t belong here, they don’t want me there.
so to everyone’s surprise,
I will quietly close my eyes,
drink down glass after glass of champagne,
a toast to me and you,
a toast to me and you, even though we’re through,
knock on wood you don’t complain,
my face is aged from all the places,
I have died and drown,
now I will go away,
have a good night and a pleasant future, okay?
may you be blessed by all of God’s graces,
while I drink in my oasis,
among fellow nobodies, true friends,
Here I belong, here in these few places.
here I belong
and I know I’ll be alright
with no solicitors at my door
in time you'll
get curious, and want to know,
Where I am.