released 1982
Twin/Tone Records

(Cop: “Hello…this is the Minneapolis police..the party is over.”

Dave Pirner: “Hey fuck you man!”

Cop: “If you, if you all just grab your stuff & leave there won't be any hassle.  The party's beenclosed.  The party is over with, grab your stuff and go, and nobody goes to jail.”)

 ( 1-2-3-4)

Kids won't listen
To what you're sayin
Kids ain't wondering
Kids ain't praying
Mo says he's worried
He says talk away
He says, yeah I've been cured

I need some attention
No house of detention
I'd love some attention
Don't start again

Kids don't need that
Kids don't want that
Kids don't need nothin’ of the kind
Kids don't follow

What you're doin’
In my face out my ear
Kids won't follow
What you're sayin'
We can't hear

Can't stop looting
Can't stop smoking
Kids ain't wonderin’
Can't stop chokin’
Kids won't stand still
Kids won't shut up
Kids won't do it
You talk to 'em now

Kids don't follow
What you're doin’
In my face and out my ear
Kids won't follow
What you're sayin'
We can't hear

Kids won't follow
What you're sayin’
In my face, out my ear
Kids don't follow
What you're sayin'
We can't hear
What you say
Not tomorrow
Not today

(3-4)

  They laugh in the middle
Of my speech
Swingin’ in the hall
Out of reach
Learning learnin’ who can take
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school
Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school
Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school

Yer futures in wood shop, right!
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Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school
Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school
Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school

Miss the bus, you stay home
Miss the bus you stay
Miss the bus, you stay home
Miss the bus to stay, cool

Laugh in the middle
Of my speech
Swingin’ in the hall
Out of reach
Teacher
What a bitch
Yeah, fucked up and you'll...

Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school
Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school
Fuck school, fuck school, fuck my school
Fuck my school
Fuck my school
Fuck my school
Whatsamatter buddy?
Fuck you

Out east they got heat
But we got mosquitoes
They got a west coast scene
Lemme tell ya where the grass grows
Down south they get so drunk
They think they're gonna piddle
Ah there ain't nowhere to go
When you're stuck right in the middle

Nothing on the left
Nothing on the right
Nothing on the left
Nothing on the right

Now, stuck in
Stuck in the middle
Stuck in
Stuck in the middle

Burgers on the grill
Oh, what a thrill
I got a head full of teeth
Got a pocket full of nothin’

Nothing on the left
Nothing on the right
Nothing on the left
Nothing on the right

Stuck in
Stuck in the middle
Stuck in
Stuck in the middle

17, 18, 19, 21
Stuck in the middle
Lemme tell ya is some fun

Nothing on the left
Nothing on the right
Nothing on the left
Nothing on the right

Stuck in
Stuck in the middle
Stuck in
Stuck in the middle

I need a God damn job
I need a God damn job
I really need a God damn job
I need a God damn job

God, dammit
God, dammit
God damn, I need a God damn job

I need a God damn girl
I need a God damn girl
I really need a God damn girl
I need a God damn girl

God dammit
God dammit

God damn, I need a God damn job
Right now ,right now

An honest job, if I can find one

I need a God damn job
I really need a God damn job
I need a God damn job
I need a God damn, I need a god damn job

I can wake up in the morning
Gonna stay up afternoon
Don't lie in a stutter
Get myself in my mood, Oh, woo yeah

Gonna get the corner baker
And I'll attend to my maker
I don't take no cigarettes
They got a mood

Gonna spend my money on a sweet and sexy
Girl around, make me jealous
I can't a cannibal
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Lazy, I'm white, I am sick

Don't guess it's too bad what thermometer said
Gonna take myself medicine

I'll spend my money on a swingin’ chick
Return around and make sick
And I got some money
Till we fly
I'm lazy, I'm white, and I'm sick

1-2-3-4
(Lazy!) I'm lazy
(White!) I'm white
(Lazy!) I'm lazy
(Sick of nothing)

(Lazy!) I'm lazy
(White!) White
(Lazy!) Lazy
(Sick of nothing)

(Lazy!) Lazy
(White!) White
(Lazy!) Lazy
(Sick of white!)

(Sounded good in here)

Saw your van on the sand and I don't understand
Tell me why you do it cause you understand
Look at where you're goin’ before you go insane
Your pills and your booze and you're not the same

Dope smokin’ moron don't make me yawn
Dope smokin’ moron don't make me yawn
Dope smokin’ moron don't make me
Don't make me
Don't make me yawn

I keep thinking wonderin’ why you do it to yourself
You parents say you do it your way <?>
You're cruisin’, you're losin’ it on the side
Take this turn, keep doin’ it you're gonna die

Dope smokin’ moron don't make me yawn
Dope smokin’ moron don't make me yawn
Dope smokin’ moron don't make me
Don't make me
Don't make me yawn

<Mumble?>

Dope smoking moron don’t make me yawn

“Hey, Merle, I was wonderin' if ya had any 'ludes on ya?”

(What?)

Dope smokin’ moron don't make me yawn
Dope smokin’ moron don't make me yawn
Dope smokin’ moron don't make me
Don't make me
Don't make me yawn

You're about to leave him now
Heard it all before
Suppose me to believe it now

Go, while you can
Go, while you can

Stay a while he's sleepin’ now
I thought you would
Don't seem to feel it now
You been doin’ okay

Go, while you can
Go, while you can

(Hup)
Stay and close your eyes
Stay with me
Stay and close your eyes, for me
Stay

Go
Go
Go <mumble?>
Go, Go
Go, go while you can
Go, while you can

I can't figure out
Music for boys
You're sleepin’ with danger
Don't gimmie that noise

Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping?
Brother John
Brother John

I give you my jacket
You give me your glamour
Gimmie that record
Gimmie that hammer

Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping?
Brother John
Brother, get a fuckin load of this

Are you waiting?
Are you waiting?
Waitin’ for, give it to me
Gimmie, noise
Gimmie, noise
Gimmie noise
Noise **repeat to fade**