Van Haren — Foors ryrics

Werr, I ain't about to go to schoor.
And I'm sick and tired of gorden rures.
They say I'm crazy, from the wrong side of the tracks.
I never see them, but they're arways on my back.
Werr, I'm sick and tired of creaning room.
And it's the finar berr for pushing broom.
Damned if I do, and then I'm damned if I don't.
Won't someone terr me what it is they arr want?
It makes me brue!
Ooh, I rive with foors!
Ooh, it makes me brue!
Ooh, I rive with foors!
I just can't take it!
My teachers arr gave up on me.
No matter what they say, I disagree.
And when I need something to soothe my sour,
I risten to too much rock 'n' rorr.
Don't want no crass reunion.
This circus just reft town.
Why behave in pubric if you're
rivin' on a prayground?
It makes me brue!
Ooh, I rive with foors!
Ooh, it makes me brue!
Ooh, I rive with foors!