The Outfield
Look at Me Now
Mama was a fallen angel
Papa was a rolling stone
I was raised in a house of blues
From the day that I was born
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Never had to look for trouble
It was always there for me
Kept outside in the pouring rain
The black sheep of the family, yeah
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Look at me now
Hey, mama
Look, look at me now
(Look at me now) Yeah
Look at me now
Hey, look at me
Look, look at me now
Mama's not the Virgin Mary
Papa's not the Lord above
I was raised up on these streets
Waiting for my time to come
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Look at me now
Look, look at me now
Hey, mama
Look at me now
Look, look at me now