I get up every day.
It's a miracle, I'm told.
Somehow I live to work.
So I hit the road.

Squeeze into my hybrid car,
Drive as fast as I can
While I scan the rooftops.
Yeah, I scan the rooftops.

Don't shoot, I'm a man.
So don't shoot, I'm a man.

I live in every city
All around the world.
Sometimes its way too hot.
Sometimes its friggin' cold.

One thing's always the same,
No matter what they say,
There's way too many problems.
Way, way too many problems.

Don't shoot, I'm a man.
Don't shoot, I'm a man.

You wish you were swinging from the trees.
You wish you were slicing through the breeze
You wish you were a king or a queen.
You wish you'd hit the lottery.

But wishin' is for chumps, high hopin' is for fools.

They'll hunt you down.
They'll taze you bro for playin' with the rules.

Don't shoot, I'm a man.
Don't shoot, I'm a man.

I've got a big dilemma
To punt or go for broke
It's got me goin' sleepless
Well I'm about to choke
Let me ask you something
Answer if you can
Think before you answer
There is no correct answer

So don't shoot, I'm a man.
Don't shoot, I'm a man.

Don't taze me bro!
Don't taze me bro!
Don't taze me bro!
Don't taze me bro!

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Writer(s): GERALD V. CASALE, MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH