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!