Oh, oh, oh you poor boy
What should we do when everything brings you down
You have everything
But get joy out of nothing
Oh, oh, oh you poor little thing
What can possibly be so hard
When you don't have to do anything
Don't have to do anything if you don't feel like it
What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you
You don't even know how easy
you've got it
What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you
You spoiled brat
You should get a good spanking
from Mr. Birch Rod
Oh, oh, oh little princess me
There's a couple of peas under my mattress
So I decided to bother
everyone with my problems
You don't care who you hurt today
what counts is you got what you wanted
But when will you learn
that not everything revolves around you?
What's wrong with you?