Oh, jealousyThe things they say about meI'm not too blind to seeIt's just plain jealousy
Oh, jealousyWhy don't they just let me be?They don't dig my philosophyIt's just plain jealousy
Is it because I'm good at my job?I don't go with the mobI don't do what they want me to doI made it in spite of you
You don't have a clueHave a clue just what it takesYou say you never got the brakesOr you just don't have what it takes
To make the gradeYou think that I've got it made'Cause I'm not a slaveTo the system like you
Oh, jealousyThe bad things thеy say about meI'm not too blind to seeIt's just plain jealousy
Is it becausе I'm good at my job?I don't run with the mobI don't do what they want me to doI've made it in spite of you
You don't have a clueJust what it takesYou say you never got the brakesBut do you have what it takes?
To make the gradeYou think I've got it made'Cause I'm not a slaveTo the system like you
Oh, jealousyThe things they say about meNot too blind to seeJust plain jealousy
Oh, jealousy, jealousyNot too blind to seeThe things they say about meIt's just pure jealousy
// Van Morrison
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