Years ago, I remember it perfectly
I once had a job on a building site
I stuck it out quite a while
Then suddenly a foreign word slipped out!
And before I could mumble an apology
I'd already been
Recognized by all my workmates as an intellectual
At the topping-out party the stern lads
After that I landed, I still know it today
Among loud, clever people
I stuck it out quite a while
And the little word "sh*t" slipped out!
And before I could mumble an apology
I'd already been
Recognized by all the thinkers as a feeler and prole!
Right away the stern lads
Took the floor from me and I had to
Then I decided, it just comes to mind
To finally work freelance for once
I stuck it out quite a while
Then my starched shirt stuck out somewhere!
And before I could mumble an apology
I'd already been
Recognized by all the artists as a corrupted citizen!
Straight away the stern lads
Splashed paint on my shirt and I had to
I left and, I recall again
Settled for a while in a small town
I stuck it out quite a while
A moustache grew on me
Didn't look bad at all!
And before I could mumble an apology
I'd already been
Recognized by all the neighbors as an anarchist!
And right away the stern lads
Locked their daughters up and I had to
Finally I developed a taste for all kinds of fun
For rare things and good food
That worked quite well for a good while
And then I must have disturbed the world
And before I could mumble an apology
I'd already been
Recognized by everybody as an Epicurean
When they started counting every bite
I told society
To stand in the corner!
And I allow it, while I chew
To watch me from a distance!