C  Bb  C  Bb  C  Bb  C  G7


[Verse 1]
       C             D           Dm             G
When I walk down the street most guys look like elves
        F                G             C   Fm  /  G :|
I don't mean to put them down but they do
     C            D        Dm            G
It's hard to understand me from the language that I use,
        F          G              C     Fm     G  
There's no word in English for my style


[Chorus]
Fm                                  C   
  What's a man like me supposed to do
Fm                            C   
  With all this extra savoir-faire?
Fm                        C   Am 
   What is left for me to do?


[Bridge]
C  Bb  C  Bb  C  Bb  C  G7


[Verse 2]
I know just what to do when the ladies come 'round
You can try to copy me but you'll fail
Now you might think you're different but time will prove me right
When you wake up from your dream, I'll be gone


[Chorus]
What's a man like me supposed to do
With all this extra savoir-faire?
What is left for me to do?