You`re a southern man
You`re a northern soul
You`re a west-ender
You got eastern soul
But you`re no-one at all

You`re a rich man
You`re a poor man
You`re a this man
Then you`re that man
But you`re no-one at all

You`re a liar
You`re a winner
And expert and a beginner
But you`re no-one at all

When the wind blows
That`s when you know
That your nose grows
And your face shows
That you`re no-one at all

You`re a hard rock
With your own space
You`re a disgrace
But you've got your grace
But you`re no-one at all

You`re a hard space
But you get things done
If the day is lost
Then the night is won
But you`re no-one at all

You`re a loner and
You`re an only one
You`re a red man
Then you`re a blue man
But you`re no-one at all

Writer : STEPHEN CRADOCK, SIMON FOWLER, OSCAR HARRISON, DAMON MINCHELLA
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group