| Jimmy was the son of a sailor |
| Another lonely military brat |
| Norfolk, Virgina, Vallejo |
| Bags always packed |
| Now his mother was always out drinking |
| On midnight maneuvers of her own |
| Jimmy would sit there and stare at the clock |
| And one night she never came home |
| That’s how he learned the facts of life |
| From a mother and a sailor’s wife |
| Now he’s out there somewhere on his own |
| He’s always been an Outsider |
| Taking on the world alone |
| Such an outsider |
| And it really doesn’t matter who’s right or wrong |
| 'Cause sooner or later he’s gone |
| Outsider |
| Jimmy tried his luck in the Navy |
| To see the world just like his old man |
| But too many rules and too many fools |
| Spoiled his plans |
| Now he’s driving a truck through the Southland |
| Pulling anything that money can buy |
| He knows how it feels to fall asleep at the wheel |
| So he takes a little pill to get by He’s living on borrowed time |
| He doesn’t see the danger signs |
| Now he’s out there somewhere on his own |
| He’s always been an Outsider |
| Taking on the world again |
| Just an outsider |
| And it really doesn’t matter whose side he’s on |
| 'Cause sooner or later he’s gone |
| Ooh sweet isolation |
| Aah the perfect situation |
| Outsider outsider |
| He’s living on the border line |
| Living in a different time |
| Now he’s out there somewhere on his own |
| He’s always been an outsider |