The Same Old You

Hey, I remember you back in `72 With your David Bowie hair and your platform shoes You had a part-time job, selling fast food But out on the street you was nobody`s fool Chorus Baby way down deep it`s the same old you Way down deep you ain`t hiding the truth Just for a minute you had me confused But baby way down deep it`s the same old you Well you can walk through the city on fire You can try and turn away from the truth Living life like a young politician Sure of yourself and bullet-proof But baby (Repeat Chorus) We could buy a `62 Cadillac Put a Fender amplifier in the back Drive straight to the heart of America Turn up to ten, let that sucker blast (Repeat Chorus)