I Gotta Get the World off My Back - Bill Martin, Phil Coulter

Well, I gotta get the world off my back

Or pretty soon I’m gonna crack

So I gotta get the world off my back

Somehow

Babe

I’m sitting here thinking about the poems

I used to write when I was just a little boy

About that when I grew up

Everything will be just fine

Fancy clothes, cigars, drive the best cars

But now I’ve grown up

And I gotta get the world off my back

My mind is beginning to go black

So I gotta get the world off my back

Somehow

Babe

I grew up and looked around me

And I saw that the world was in a mess

Thousands of hungry people

Children starving, wars, injustice

And everybody kept picking on me

So I gotta get the world off my back

Or pretty soon I’m gonna crack

So I gotta get the world off my back

Somehow

Babe

So I gotta get the world off my back

My mind is beginning to go black

So I gotta get the world off my back

Somehow

Babe