I got up this morningnAnd I put on my shoesnI tied my shoesnThen I washed my facenI went to the mirrornFor to comb my headnI made a movenDidn't know what to donI tipped way forwardnGot to break and runnnBaby, this ain't menBaby, this ain't menGot so ugly I don't even know myselfnnI left Angolan1964nGo walking down my streetnKnock on my baby's doornMy baby come outnShe asks me who I amnAnd I say, honey,nDon't you know your man?nShe said my man's been gonenSince 1942nAnd I'll tell you Mr. Ugly,nHe didn't look like you