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Foldin' my clothes and I feel useless. Don't think I know how to do this. Once I was told, but like any misfit, I spit on some good advice. Out in the cold and tryin' to make fire. Two sticks and stone, still got no fire. Once I was shown, but I was inside then. And spit on that good advice. Wisdom, wisdom, where can I get some? Wisdom, wisdo-o-o-om On the payroll and digging up ditches. Dollar is low, so are my wages. Once I was told just how to get rich, but I spit on that good advice. Wisdom, wisdom, where can I get some? Wisdom, wisdo-o-o-om.. o-o-o-om.. Wisdom, wisdom.. where can I get some? Wisdom, wisdom.. I wanna trade my dimwits in for tips. Tips are 'quipped with wisdom, wisdo-o-om.. Letras de canciones Take off my clothes and I feel useless. Don't think I know how to do this. Once I was told, but I like to fidgit and miss out on good advice.. (Thanks to Lea for these lyrics) From Letras Mania