No Can Do

Skint in a material world
I did a warehouse stint for south sea girl
It was Hong Kong clothes for cash
Everybody got treated worse than trashPunch the card in the company clock
Load the trolleys and the company trucks
And around and around the whole day through
And you couldn't sit down when there was nothing to doWell they had beaten up people from every land
Fools like me trying to be in bands
A little French girl so good to me
But I couldn't love her back so lonelyI was a backpacker traveling through
A lumberjack with the traveling blues
We had worn out shoes and worn out cuffs
Big ideas that were never big enoughHe said, "The man wants you", go wash his car
Hey you I'm talking to you
I said, "Me", not me uh uh, no can do
No can, can do, no can, no can, can do, no canNow some were grown up unlike me
And were dealing with reality
I was spittin', sulkin', smokin', shirkin'
While a lady from Jamaica was singing and workingI had everyone but me to blame
And every day was just the same
Well nobody ever said it was a righteous world
But if they did they never said it at that south sea girlHe said, "The man wants you", go wash his car
Hey you I'm talking to you
I said, "Me", not me uh uh, no can do
No can, can do, no can, no can, can do, no canWell I've made my bed on people's floors
Opened up and closed some doors
Dreamed that if my dreams came true
Then I wouldn't do what I didn't want toWalking through the gates to the outside
To dream some dreams that never have died
And I walked the streets of London town
Looking for a place to put my head downHe said, "The man wants you", go wash his car
Hey you I'm talking to you
I said, "Me", not me uh uh, no can do
No can, can do, no can, no can, can do, no can