Around my neck there is an albatross.
Some people think it looks, looks like a cross,
But it's not, it's – well it's an albatross.
There to remind me of who I'll never be, never be, never be.

Hung around my neck with pride,
This piece of wood where Jesus died.
I know I'll never be like You,
But, God, I want to try.

Around my neck there is an albatross.
Some people think it looks, looks like a cross,
But it's not, it's – well, it's an albatross.
There to remind me of who I'll never be, never be, never be.