You could be a doctor. I could be a professor.
We could drive an Audi; nice clothes in a nice dresser.
But I am just a singer and you have faith in me,
And I wouldn't want it any other way.

I've got no intentions. You've got no reserves.
So we give life an answer; give it what it deserves.
I will soon be ready to give it one more try,
And I wouldn't want it any other way

I am just a loser; a poet that can't spell.
And you wouldn't want me any other way.

I know I seem a bit concerned, my darling.
I just don't want this good to end; to end again.

You know I am still waiting; waiting for my new guitar.
When I get it, we'll go driving; driving in my orange car.
I am just singer, but you have faith in me,
And I wouldn't want it any other way.