Outrageous

It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor. Outrageous the crime some human beings must endure. It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain. It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain. But I'm tired, nine hundred sit-ups a day. I'm painting my hair the colour of mud, mud, okay? I'm tired, tired Anybody care what I say? No! I'm painting my hair the colour of mud. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Aw, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? It's outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school. Outrageous, the way they talk to you like you're some kind of clinical fool It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love. It's outrageous I can't stop thinking about the things I'm thinking of. And I'm tired, nine hundred sit-ups a day. I'm painting my hair the colour of mud, mud, okay? I'm tired, tired, anybody care what I say? No! Painting my hair the colour of mud. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will, Like he waters the flowers on your window sill. Take me, I'm an ordinary player in the key of C, And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will, Like he waters the flowers on your window sill. Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? --- Outrageous - Paul Simon