Excuse Me You´re wearing out my joie de vie Grabbing those good years again I want to be alone
Excuse Me I´m not the man I used to be Someone else crept in again I want to be alone. . .
Excuse me please I´m looking for Lost Angeles Soaking up the sin again I want to be alone. . .
You got the money back, that´s okay Who needs a Cadillac anyway I got the medicine, make you see the light Call me in Alaska if it all turns out right
Excuse me please You´re standing on my memories Stealing souvenirs again
I want to be alone
You got the money back, that´s okay Who needs a Cadillac anyway I got the medicine, make you see the light Call me in Alaska, if it all turns out right