fortune frowned on me she s a big girl and she got me now i m down the hall i m the last door on the east wing you don t know what it s like to be like me you don t know what it s like to go between i ll write a weekly letter and keep you wondering what it means to be like me someday i ll be strong i ll find a nice girl and a new car escape my destiny i m gonna break out i m gonna shake out i ll move to a strange and distant land and change ever after who i am i ll never get much better but i don t mind