Fools

Well, I ain't about to go to school.

And I'm sick and tired of golden rules.

They say I'm crazy, from the wrong side of the tracks.

I never see them, but they're always on my back.

Well, I'm sick and tired of cleaning room.

And it's the final bell for pushing broom.

Damned if I do, and then I'm damned if I don't.

Won't someone tell me what it is they all want?

It makes me blue!

Ooh, I live with fools!

Ooh, it makes me blue!

Ooh, I live with fools!

I just can't take it!

My teachers all gave up on me.

No matter what they say, I disagree.

And when I need something to soothe my soul,

I listen to too much rock 'n' roll.

Don't want no class reunion.

This circus just left town.

Why behave in public if you're

livin' on a playground?

It makes me blue!

Ooh, I live with fools!

Ooh, it makes me blue!

Ooh, I live with fools!