it was hard to calm me down
when I was a little child
I was feisty, willful, strong
I was loud and I was wild
often, I felt misunderstood
but maybe it's true that I'm not any good
when teachers tried to shut me up
I'd go berserk and stomped my feet
sometimes I ratted on my friends
so as to distract from me
often, I felt misunderstood
but maybe it's true that I'm not any good
I like playing pranks and tricks
got to have a little fun
I'll screw you if you're not on guard
got to look out for number one
often, I feel misunderstood
but maybe it's true that I'm not any good
I strike a blow before I ask
'cause I don't want to lose my face
I strike fast, and I strike hard
to make sure you know your place
often, I feel misunderstood
but maybe it's true that I'm not any good
why should I work when money's cheap
labour, suffer, break my back
I mean to enjoy my life
take it easy, hit the sack
often, I feel misunderstood
but maybe it's true that I'm not any good