Song parody of
Where Would I Be
by Jim White
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Where would I be if I was not myself
What would I be doing right now
Would I be an old man saying my prayers
Or a nun dreaming of some football players
Would I be walking down the street in Paris, France
Shooting the shit with Anais Nin
Making fun of all her complicated ideas
I wonder where would I be without you
And where would I be if I was not so poor
Would I be any happier than I am now
I mean how much money could I stuff in my brain
Before I went completely crazy
Become a homeless man in a snowstorm.
Singing mule train like Boxcar Willie
Just laughing at the terrible hunger that I feel
I wonder where would I be without you
And where would I be if my parents never met
Would I have been born in Africa
And if I caught a glimpse of my possible self
Would I reach out to embrace the hand
Of that man in the center of the fire
That joker from God's black car
That laughing Buddah from Cleveland
I wonder where would I be without you
Where would I be if I was not myself
What would I be doing right now
Would I be an old man saying my prayers
Or a nun dreaming of some football players
Would I be walking down the street in Paris, France
Shooting the shit with Anais Nin
Making fun of all her complicated ideas
I wonder where would I be without you
And where would I be if I was not so poor
Would I be any happier than I am now
I mean how much money could I stuff in my brain
Before I went completely crazy
Become a homeless man in a snowstorm.
Singing mule train like Boxcar Willie
Just laughing at the terrible hunger that I feel
I wonder where would I be without you
And where would I be if my parents never met
Would I have been born in Africa
And if I caught a glimpse of my possible self
Would I reach out to embrace the hand
Of that man in the center of the fire
That joker from God's black car
That laughing Buddah from Cleveland
I wonder where would I be without you
