| Wary as a bug and tiny as a scheme | 
| He’s gonna go walkin' like a beast competes | 
| And all the sparrows gonna sing | 
| His belt buckles gonna gleam | 
| Yeah | 
| Your sister needs a settle and your pals need a pill | 
| And all the people hopin' that they’re gonna make the will | 
| And all the boots are gonna quake | 
| Just like they got their lives at stake | 
| And they said it once and they say it again | 
| Man, man it must be tough, tough, tough, tough being the man | 
| Aha, aha, aha, aha, da-da, aha, aha, aha | 
| Yeah | 
| Nothin' ever gives, the epicenter wakes | 
| And all the shops are wavin' and all the cakes bake | 
| And Monday usually never cares | 
| Until it gets a glimpse of his hair | 
| And nothin’s never wrong, his lookin' makes a sound | 
| You better take a seat until you comin' back around | 
| And everywhere he’s gonna go | 
| The heart-beatin' never slows | 
| And they said it once and they say it again | 
| Man, man it must be tough, tough, tough, tough being the man | 
| Aha, aha, aha, aha, da-da, aha, aha, aha | 
| Yeah | 
| And they said it once and they say it again | 
| Man, man it must be tough, tough, tough, tough being the man | 
| Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha |