| Why does everybody sing the same old song to me
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| I’ve heard it before so wake me up when you’re done
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| Voices of doom, intent on reformin’me
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| Relentlessly informin’me that I am a bum
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| Wait till next year, wait till next year
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| You’ve noticed, I guess, that my clothes are a mess
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| And by this time next year I should care even less
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| Thanks for the advice, you cut me up real quick
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| Everyone’s so nice it makes me sick
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| Go ahead and find another dog to kick
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| Why do you do it, why don’t you all leave me alone
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| If you don’t approve of me, go home
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| You’re world is restricted and I’ve been evicted
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| Condemned and convicted for being myself
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| They never stop whinin’if my shoes need shinin'
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| My manners need refinin’and they’re anxious to help
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| Wait till next year, wait till next year
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| I’ve got an image to nurse, and a role to rehearse
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| And by this time next year I should be even worse |