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Well, I ain't about to go to school. And I'm sick and tired of golden rules. They say I'm crazy, from the wrong side of the tracks. I never see them, but they're always on my back. Well, I'm sick and tired of cleaning room. And it's the final bell for pushing broom. Damned if I do, and then I'm damned if I don't. Won't someone tell me what it is they all want? It makes me blue! Ooh, I live with fools! Ooh, it makes me blue! Ooh, I live with fools! I just can't take it! My teachers all gave up on me. No matter what they say, I disagree. And when I need something to soothe my soul, I listen to too much rock 'n' roll. Don't want no class reunion. This circus just left town. Why behave in public if you're livin' on a playground? It makes me blue! Ooh, I live with fools! Ooh, it makes me blue! Ooh, I live with fools! From Letras Mania