Some people want stars in eyes
Some people want eyes in stars
They`ve been like that for years
They`ve been like that for years
I suspect they`re just if if if
I just want room to live
There`s a new club in town
Plenty of space to posy around
It`s a copy of the Peppermint Lounge
(I`ll stick around the center always
Even if it is run down.)
Some people wanna be joining the club
[Thinks to be on the clientele] is big.*
I just want room to live
Foreigners and Experts go in
And through my place
Turn my home into a museum
Like the murder squad
They scan the room
For the well of inspiration
They don`t tolerate ordinary folk
and folk look at me strange
But I`ll give them this at least:
They pay for what they eat
Visitors and peripherers never give
I just want room to live
Some people think happy is way to live
Some men want to cram up to women
I`ve been down that street before
It just makes meat out of the soul
There`s a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate
Right outside my door
With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard
There`s no hate to the point I give
I just want room to live
Violence is just waiting for its due
Some people want money around
You can tell, they`re the ones that never buy a round
And some men want reporters with no wig
And some people cannot hold their drink
They`ve got to tell you what they think
And some men want reporters with no wig
I just want room to live