Too Many People

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people at once

The husband or the hedonist

The businessman or the communist

The artist or the showbiz creep

The lover or the nervous geek

The question of identity

is one that's always haunted me

Whoever I decide to be

depends on who is with me

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people at once

The tactless twit putting his foot in it

or the sensitive soul who's a role model

The urban jet setter never at home

or the country recluse, just leave me alone

Extrovert or introvert

Love is kind and love hurts

Rebellion or conformity

What is my identity?

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people at once

The intellectual and bon viveur

or the naive simpleton so immature

The devoted son and family man

or the wicked uncle who doesn't give a damn

How often these have tempted me

The question of identity

depends on what I'm meant to be

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people

I sometimes think that I'm too many people

too many people, too many people at once