What The Hell Do You Know
So you say we sound like a vacuum cleaner
And you say we don't go with dinner
And you say we can't keep a beat
And you say you can't tap your feet
Oh yeah, what the hell do you know?
Oh yeah, at least, at least, at least we're trying
You're always there trying to put me down
You're always there trying to push me around
Well, I'm just going to warn you
We'll soon be back to get you