He kicked me out. He kicked me out. He kicked me out. He kicked me out. You must've heard of them a kind of screwed-up blend. Split personality. Two sides to fight and argue all night. over coffee or tea. Well that's okay I wouldn't mind touche. Or even three and that's no joke. But with a four-way split the pocket money's hit. And all of me is broke. I got four heads inside my mind. Four rooms I'd like to lie in. Four selves I want to find. And I don't know which one is me. I get four papers in the box each day. Four girls ringing that I want to date. I look in the mirror and see my face. But I don't know which one is me (I don't know which one is me). He kicked me out He kicked me out. He kicked me out He kicked me out. I wake up over here and then I'm over here. I'm trying to brush my teeth. It's little things that are hard. Like starting up the car and I'm still underneath. I get along alright in fact it's fun at night. I get four-dimensional dreams. But I have to think before I take a drink. I get hungover times sixteen. . There are four records I want to buy. Four highs I'd like to try. Every letter I get I send four replies. And I don't know which one's from me. I've got four hang-ups I'm trying to beat. Four directions and just two feet. I've got a very very secret identity. And I don't know which one is me. You think it's funny I can tell. Well you don't understand too well. I get so lonely and turned around. But I can't let it bring me down. I got four hang-ups I'm trying to beat. Four directions and just two feet. Got a very very secret identity. And I don't know which one is me. . .