They took me for a loner
But I was just alone
They thought that I was happy
But I was on my own
They thought that I was wicked
I suppose that that is true
But if I’m really honest
They never really knew
They thought that I was rich
They thought I was a star
They thought I was a dandy
Standing at the bar
But I am just a poor boy
With nothing much to do
But drink and think of loving
While dreaming dreams you
So let me tell you people
The way it really is
We are what we think we are
So think that you’re the biz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem