You're a southern man
  You're a northern soul
  You're a west-ender
  You got eastern soul
  But you're no-one at all
  
  You're a rich man
  You're a poor man
  You're a this man
  Then you're that man
  But you're no-one at all
  
  You're a liar
  You're a winner
  And expert and a beginner
  But you're no-one at all
  
  When the wind blows
  That's when you know
  That your nose grows
  And your face shows
  That you're no-one at all
  
  You're a hard rock
  With your own space
  You're a disgrace
  But you've got your grace
  But you're no-one at all
  
  You're a hard space
  But you get things done
  If the day is lost
  Then the night is won
  But you're no-one at all
  
  You're a loner and
  You're an only one
  You're a red man
  Then you're a blue man
  But you're no-one at all