Some people say that I'm a brat
The fact it may be true
There's nothing really wrong with that
So who the hell are you?
I know I'm not the perfect man
And don't intend to be
I try to do the best I can
And like to think I'm free.
O.K. there's times I loose the head
And act in a different way
I always know the things I've said
And know what I'm going to say.
I enjoy the simple things of life
I'm carefree to the bone
As yet I do not have a wife
That's why I live alone.
So don't pass judgement 'till you're sure
Of what I'm really at
Just bide your time a little more
And don't call me a brat.