You get away with murder every day
You get away with the horrible things you say
You're safe at home behind your TV tray
Come on get off my back... you... you...
Why I oughta!
For someone who's a mess you're awfully proud
You say they're going somewhere and say it loud
But where you're at is far from the mattering crowd
Hey... why...
Why I oughta!
You'll soon fall over a big bar stool
There's only one
True dreams are cool
I'm not the kind to never be cruel
Who believes that only I'm cool
You fancy that you're still the namesake king
You like the presents that the peasants bring
But you're the wrong yo yo on the wrong string
Why I oughta!