作曲 : Andy McCoy/Bob Ezrin/Ian Hunter
  So many things that mean a lot, So many things that I never got, You can look boy,
 but you can't touch, What I don't have seems to mean so much
 A beat up Chevy or Mercedes Benz
 Should make no difference in the end
 But I get mad, baby real upset
 'Cos what I want I can never get
 They're just like cattle walking down the street
 Some get so fat while others never eat
 I may be shut out but I ain't finished yet
 My mind is blank I take another drink
 I'm not destroyed but I'm right on the brink
 I sit and count them shot by shot
 The little things that I never got
 Those uptown ladies on 5th Avenue
 It's like I hate them but I want them too
 I may be shut out but I ain't finished yet
 I don't get it, I don't get it at all
 I don't get it, I don't get it at all
 Why I can't get it, Why it's a thing I'll never get
 Why I can't get it, Why it's a thing I'll never get
 A yacht and a Rolls and a private jet, A dirty blonde in a red Corvette
 Wife and kids and a house and a pet, Those are the things that I can't get