I try to fix up my Hair and style My head seems out of place But I don’t know why The world is wrong to me Then I ask you so Why you’re being looser If you can go pro No no no baby Won’t you tell me no I ride with my black car Through the streets of the neighborhood I put on my new pants I put on my old shoes I light my cigarette I listen to the blues Now my hair is cut Now my face is clean I’m no more Vincent Gallo I am Steve McQueen If you see me on the streets Driving my black car Don’t you ask me what to do Just meet me at the bar Joking, drinking, smoking And playing pool I try to see the faces That I once knew But the people’s not the same I’m sure they’re not the same At least my head still The same old thing