What kind of man What kind of man am I? Sits on his hands and watches The world go by That stares at the sky Never bothers asking why Who listens to fools And hurts those he schools And makes his own rules Who leaves when he wants And loves when he can That works when he should And plays as he would He stays if he was And prays just because He's sad don't you know And mad you should go And proud as a man Cause men will be men What kind of man What kind of man am I?