I shuffle across the carpet in my loafers Brought some water to a boil, at low heat I made some eggs and burnt 'em all My OJ was fresh squeezed, baby I stepped outside to see about the weather And the sun was coming up, so sweet Even though my breakfast tasted bitter My OJ was fresh squeezed, baby I just got to know Myself a bit better and I'll never be a Rolling Stone Guess it seemed a little far to go Ride across my street beside the dumpster A drifter and a drunker talked it out So I inclined to take some time And eavesdrop for a while as their voices rose to a shout They said, how come the sun ain't shining On everything (how come that sun don't shine) How come we're not invited Well, it's too much for me Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh How long must I take it in stride Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh I'll be the same until I die I just got to know Myself a bit better and I'll never be a Rolling Stone Guess it seemed a little far to go I just got to know Myself a bit better I'll never be a Rolling Stone Oh yes!