I got up this morning. And I put on my shoes. I tied my shoes. Then I washed my face. I went to the mirror. For to comb my head. I made a move. Didn't know what to do. I tipped way forward. Got to break and run. Baby this ain't me. Baby this ain't me. Got so ugly I don't even know myself. I left Angola. 1964. Go walking down my street. Knock on my baby's door. My baby come out. She asks me who I am. And I say honey. Don't you know your man?. She said my man's been gone. Since 1942. And I'll tell you Mr. Ugly. He didn't look like you