Well there's a little boy waiting

at the counter of a corner shop

He's been waiting down there,

waiting half the day

They never ever see him from the top

He gets pushed around,

knocked to the ground

He gets to his feet and he says;

What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough now I want my share

Can't you see I wanna live?

But you just take more than you give

Well there's a pretty girl serving at

the counter of the corner shop

She's been waiting back there,

waiting for her dreams

Her dreams walk in and out

they never stop

Well she's not too proud to cry out loud

She runs to the street and she screams;

What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough now I want my share

Can't you see I wanna live?

But you just take more than you give

So take a step back and see the

little people

They may be young but they're the ones

That make the big people big

So listen, as they whisper

What about me?

And now I'm standing on the corner

all the world's gone home

Nobody's changed, nobody's been saved

And I'm feeling cold and alone

I guess I'm lucky,

I smile a lot

But sometimes I wish for more

than I've got

What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough now I want my share

Can't you see I wanna live?

But you just take more

What about me?

It isn't fair

I've had enough now I want my share

Can't you see I wanna live?

But you just take more

You just take more

You just take more than you give

What about me

What about me

What about me...