Lately, my insecurity has got me paralyzed
Look in the Mirror. It’s getting clearer.
I’ve got those enigmatic manhunt eyes.
Feelin’ humble, Just like Barney Rubble
I’m just a part of someone else’s show.
Don’t wanna be the guy who has to die,
in the middle of a Star Trek episode.
I don’t wanna go on like Frank Stallone…
Don’t wanna be Second Best
I don’t wanna be your Second Best
I go to parties, trying to be smart
I practice lines. I try to show some wit.
No matter how I say it, nobody takes the bait
And I end up in the corner eating chips.
Don’t wanna go through life with my (Rolling 25?)
Always playing second fiddle to the man
Why can’t I be the best? Not like all the rest.
Not the professor, I am Mary Ann.
I don’t wanna be like Andrew Wrigley
Don’t wanna be Second Best
I don’t wanna be your Second Best
I don’t wanna go on like Don Oates
Just second best.
Everytime I turn around, I’m Art Garfunkeled out.
Don’t wanna be Second Best