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!