You made me
Everything that I am
You called me names till I became a name
Now that's all that I understand
Now the joke's on you cause
The whole damn world's
At the bottom of the fool's head

Now the fool's got to choose
And the joker's in the smoker
With his palm on the hot pan
Cause I'm that boy with the ball and chain
Floating through the sky

Looking down from my jet plane
Looking down from my jet plane, oh
Yeah, I'm that boy with the ball and chain
The boy with the ball and chain
Now I'm looking down from my jet plane