wait till next year

why does everybody sing the same old song to me

i've heard it before so wake me up when you're done

voices of doom

intent on reformin' me

relentlessly informin' me that i am a bum

wait till next year

wait till next year

you've noticed

i guess

that my clothes are a mess

and by this time next year i should care even less

thanks for the advice

you cut me up real quick

everyone's so nice it makes me sick

go ahead and find another dog to kick

why do you do it

why don't you all leave me alone

if you don't approve of me

go home

you're world is restricted and i've been evicted

condemned and convicted for being myself

they never stop whinin' if my shoes need shinin'

my manners need refinin' and they're anxious to help

wait till next year

wait till next year

i've got an image to nurse

and a role to rehearse

and by this time next year i should be even worse