I never get aces or the roll of the dice.
When it comes to rat races, I’m down with the mice.
I’m just getting by, a regular guy.
If we met on the street, you’d look right through me.
From my head to my feet, there’s not that much to me.
So how do I make the grade?
There’s a trick of the trade.
I fool myself I’m doing fine.
I’m top of the heap, I’m in my prime
When I walk in the room, I’m so hip and cool.
You won’t want to cross me – I’m nobody’s fool.
I make believe I’m someone else.
Someone who looks a bit like me
The rope that I walk is on the last thread
The rocks are below, so I stare straight ahead
‘Cos if I look down, I know I’ll be dead
Just a poor little fool.
There I was at a party when she happened to pass.
I thought she’d ignore me – she was out of my class.
But then she turned to see lucky me.
Now I’ll never know just what it took
But I remember that smile, that laugh, that look
Then we were on our way
She’s still here today
Because – I fooled myself, and I fooled her too.
She fell for it good, it’s strange but true.
I see in her eyes a superior feller
We’ve been together so long, it’s too late to tell her.
Look at me, I’m someone else – I’m the guy who got the girl.
With the rugged good looks of a Hollywood star,
He and his babe – they’re going far
Cos they’re happy to be just what they are
Two little fools.
Terence Blacker – vocals, guitar
Giovanni Rago – electric guitar
Giovanni Crescenzi – bass
Domenico de Marco – percussion