Every Picture Tells a Story

                                  Spent some time feelin' inferior

Standin' in front of my mirror

Combed my hair in a thousand ways

But I came out lookin' just the same

Daddy said "Son you better see the world

I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave.

But remember one thing don't lose your head

To a woman that'll spend your bread"

So I got out



Paris was a place you could hide away

If you thought you didn't fit in

French police wouldn't give me no peace, 

Just claimed I was a nasty person

Down along the Left Bank, minding my own,

Was knocked down by a human stampede

Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot

When all I wanted was a cup of tea

I was accused



Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough

Of the things that keep a young man alive

My body stunk but I kept my funk at a time