I can't drive to school with no manual cars
No manual cars
No manual cars

I can't drive to school with no manual cars
No manual cars
No manual cars

Look at me
Look at me
Writing a song that would never make
Top 5
And I'm a hopeless rapper
Though the words would fit so perfectly

I can't re-rap "Shane Lechler", no
I can't spit rhymes in a freestyle battle
I can't move a cart with a 10 k load [basically a full dustbin]
When the sun is high, in great summer weathers

I can't tie knots for my "Jordan" brands [shoelaces]
I can never ride an old Bickerton [bicycle]
I can't stop the shots by Fernando Torres
[Referring back to When I go left... (I thought I warned ya), that my goalkeeping skills stinks]
And I can't really speak with eloquence

All the passes are just a fluke
Can't draw cars for a comic book
And still can't write my hook
I can't do anything that I want
'Cause look

I can't play slowly on Guitar Hero
Or a drum solo
Or a bass man, no [on Rock Band]

And I can't beat a girl in an arm wrestle
Or the Tic-tac-toe [O's-and-X's]
Or the new yo-yos

"Mr. C
Mr. C
Just called to say that your job has been
Declined
In such a huge world
Your honesty's won't help you succeed"

I can't sing songs and put them on records
I can't write a book about my life that's been
I can't grab your attention
If I need help 'cause my whistle's too soft and weak

I can't help you with economics
I can never dive to survive aquatic conditions
I can't even mind my business
How you'll abide to the Code of Conducts?
Loser, Taker, Cash Abuser
I have no plan for the short term future
I see myself left out by the system
I can't do anything with no assistance

Well, I can't take a notice on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
And everything I'm doing has been mocked and 'culed [ridiculed]
Has been mocked and 'culed
Has been mocked and 'culed

Look at me
Look at me
Moping and I won't stop

And I feel so scared to be
Alive and on top
My car is manual
Not "Tower-Insured"
[Referring to the Tower Car Insurance]
My flaws are global
My future's unsure

I have handled a billion accusations
Of all my wrongs, with no reservations
Still haven't healed from my operations
Still am not killed by contaminations

I can't make anybody love this person
Just because I do love them
And I must do everything with full restrictions
I am a slave. What is your command?

Because nothing that I'm doing is ever right
Is ever right
Is ever right

And I can't clean my body with a bar of soap
With a bar of soap
With a bar of soap

And I can't get a present
From the Santa Claus
From the Santa Claus
From the Santa Claus
From the Santa Claus
From the Santa Claus
From the Santa Claus

I can't drive to school with no manual cars
No manual cars
No manual cars

I can't drive to school with no manual cars
No manual cars
No manual cars