| I used to know this kid in sixth grade
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| The teachers called him dumb
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| He’d try real hard did his homework everyday
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| But still they’d whip him on the arse
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| One day he went to the playground
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| With a spraycan under his coat
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| Stood upon a trashcan and this is what he wrote…
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all get fucked
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all get fucked
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| A girl sixteen was trying to grow up
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| But her parents kept her down
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| She’d behave herself and come home at twelve
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| Her daddy would just sneer and frown
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| So one afternoon she packed her bags
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| With her boyfriend she drove away
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| A thousand miles later miles late she picked up the phone
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| And this is what she had to say…
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| Hey, mum an dad
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all get fucked
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all get fucked
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| A private in the army
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| A sensitive chap
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| Who didn’t want to be there at all
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| And a sergeant who hated this young guys guts
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| Used to make him scrub the floor
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| They were out on manoeuvres on a lousy day
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| The enemy had to be scouted
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| The private got his hands on an M-16
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| As he shot up the place he shouted…
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all
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| Why dontcha all get fucked
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| You shoulda seen the smile on that soldiers face
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| When he saw how fast the sergeant ducked
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| So if you’re in trouble right up to your brain
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| And the boss is gettin' to you
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| Parents and politics, money and marriage
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| And life in general is making you spew
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| There’s one thing that you gotta do
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| And I suggest you do it today
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| Stand up in your office, school or your street
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| And this is what you gotta say…
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| Why don’t you and you and you and you
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| And your rotten friends too
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| Why don’t you and him and not forgettin' us
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| Why don’t we all get fucked |