Misfit - Joe South

Oh, I feel so good I can’t believe it

With a-one, two

A-one, two, three, four

Woo-ooh

Now, we’re cookin'

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Woo-ooh

Well, maybe, baby I was born up under a bad sign

I find very difficult to walk a straight line

Ah, you know what I’m talkin' 'bout, too

Yeah, but I want everybody to know

Everywhere I go

I’m proud as hell to say that I’m a misfit

My war, baby, knew I’d come back

Everybody said how wouldn’t amount to much

Huh, huh, huh

Yeah, but now they get a look but they sure won’t get no touch

Huh, huh

I’m not sure that

They hated 'cause I’m free

'Cause they know it will never be

Then they labelled me a crazy misfit

Yeah, they’d that feelin'

I gladly share secrets of the universe

Lord, but I may as well be talkin' to the wall

Well, all right

They only get uptight and that makes matters worse

Lord, I guess before you run you got to crawl

Whoa, here, we go now

Ah, that’s sure cool and celestial

Ah, we’re rockin'

Woo-hoo, oo-hoo, yeah

All right, misfit

Well, you know the last thing

I would want to do is bring you down, huh

God knows you don’t need it

Yeah, but I’ve made my friends

And it don’t call for leavin' town

Ha, ha, ha, ha

I thought I’d let you in on that

So, if you should happen to see me

Drivin' by in my Mark-three

I wish you’d just think of me as just one of your misfits, ha

Will you do me a favor?

Well, here we go

Woo, good God