Fools

Well, I ain't about to go to school
An' I'm sick an' tired of golden rules
They say I'm crazy from
The wrong side of the tracks
I never see them but
They're always so far back

Yeah, baby, how to say?
Well, lemme tell ya about this one time
How ya gonna tell me
Lemme put it to music, yeah, I say

Well, I'm sick an' tired of cleanin' room
An' it's the final bell for pushing broom
Damned if I do an' then
I'm damned if I don't
Won't someone tell me
What it is they all want?

It makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
Blue, it makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools

I just can't take it

My teachers all gave up on me
No matter what they say, I disagree
An' when I need something
To soothe my soul
I listen to too much rock n' roll
Don't want no class reunion
The circus just left town
Why behave in public if
You're living on a playground?

It makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
Blue, it makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools

Blue, it makes me blue
Makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
Live with fools
Blue, it makes me blue
Makes her blue
Fools, I live with fools

All right, I said
Here they goin', my way
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!