Rick Roberts Follow

Of gentle fellows, my dear
I don't like the stupid people
With their well brushed hair

I don't like your well-dressed friends
When they talk about their problems
With that kind of small talk
They feel good but they are fools

I don't like to sit beside you
In your brand new car
I don't like the show you need
Every day and night

You come into my life like someone
Being a star but you are no one
After a few days with you
I was glad to be alone again

Glad, so glad, so glad, alone
Glad, so glad, so glad, alone

If you have to work for nothing
Or some pounds a day
Tears and sweat I had in future
Not much more to live

You come into my life like someone
Being a star but you are no one
After a few days with you
I was glad to be alone again

Glad, so glad, so glad, alone
Glad, so glad, so glad, alone

Of gentle fellows, my dear
I don't like the stupid people