Sticks and stones, they break my bones / But condescension kills me.

I don’t know, I don’t wanna know, and I don’t care.

You’re a thorn in my side, you’re just sand in my eyes / Don’t talk to me.

The angry young man is on the loose again You thought you saw the last of him but he’s far from his end They put him away for awhile but...

I’m at peace with myself lost in my own thought.

They ain’t what they used to be / And when they’re getting on my case / Lord, they got the best of me.

So you don’t know what you came in for / And you can’t take what I got in store / I’ll always be happy to show you the door ...