No Señor

I hate that scoundrel that follows me wherever I go
I hate that shadow that is my persecution
All they want is to keep me in line
But the line I see ends up in the bag

It seems they struggle
To see me even taking a nap, it seems they can't stand
Me living without pain
They use any means
To keep me in the middle
But that middle
Also ends up in the bag

That's why no sir, no sir
I never want to see myself
Crying in a corner

I don't give in,
I'd rather cut it off
And throw it to those dogs
Who want to bite me
I have to find
That utopian place
Where could have gone
That thing they call freedom

Not giving up
Is all I ask for
So I say goodbye,
Goodbye and see you later!!!
They won't miss me
Unless their dogs
Tell them there was a one-armed man who wanted to bite them

That's why no sir, no sir
I never want to see myself
Singing this song