Run away Run away
Here comes Jack he wants to play
He’ll just get in our way
Of having a wonderful day.
First he’ll tell us he wants to play
Then start complaining about his day
Doesn’t he know that’s not the way
To have a wonderful fabulous day?
We all have crap we can’t stand
And would change if it we can
And we would rather hear the band
Then listen to Jack’s complaining stance.
Didn’t anyone ever teach that fool
To let it all go and play it cool
Having fun should sometimes rule
And Jack’s complaining makes him a tool.
Damn he saw us now what to do
We could just pretend it’s cool
And quickly end all talk with this fool
Invite him along and we’re the tool.
Hey Jack how’s it been
No don’t know the sorry state you’re in
Crap that stuff sounds like a real sin
Sure it would have us too on pins.
Well we gotta go
We’re are getting cold
And it might snow
And she hurt her toe.
God! He’s still the same
Will Jack ever change?
Whatever at least we don’t play that game
That dude is just seriously lame.
We know that life can suck for everyone
But live our life without the scum
That can’t live life without acting dumb
By telling us every stinking crumb
Of how they’re life has become undone
That’s always the death to all fun
And those dudes are seriously sickly spun
Too bad they don’t know they’re dumb.
