I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people at once
  
  The husband or the hedonist
  The businessman or the communist
  The artist or the showbiz creep
  The lover or the nervous geek
  The question of identity is one that's always haunted me
  Whoever I decide to be depends on who is with me
  
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people at once
  
  The tactless twit putting his foot in it
  Or the sensitive soul who's a role model
  The urban jet setter - never at home
  Or the country recluse - just leave me alone
  Extrovert or introvert
  Love is kind, and love hurts
  Rebellion or conformity
  What is my identity?
  
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people at once
  
  The intellectual and bon-viveur
  or the naive simpleton, so immature
  A devoted son and family man
  Or the wicked uncle who doesn't give a damn
  How often these have tempted me
  The question of identity depends on what I'm meant to be
  
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people at once
  
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people
  I sometimes think that I'm too many people
  Too many people, too many people at once