I've got a problem on my hands
It's all too clear to see

I'm not a dog who takes commands

From just anybody

I've gotta see something else
Worth writing home about

I think you know what I've got in mind

So don't have another doubt

You have got to show me what I need to see
Something new

I've read every trick in every magazine
Though, some I don't believe

There are no strings attached to me

And nothing's up my sleeve

Let me understand where you're coming from
So I won't feel tense

Could you escape from the freezing sea

If both feet were in cement

You have got to show me what I need to see
Something new

The same lines and the same jokes
With their weak minds

It's a bad hoax
Quanity not quality might be fine for you

But, not for me

I've got a question on my mind
Answer for me, please

Why are those strings attached to you

And what's that up your sleeve

Now you know I realize
Every trick in the book

I can tell where hand's been

And I don't even have to look

Why can't you admit that there's something very wrong
To much manipulation
( That's It )