Lyrics
I'm sick to death of Traceys
And girls who think I'm cool
I'm not some kind of tosser
To talk about at school
Wake up in the morning
cept it's afternoon
Get up in the evening
Howlin' at the moon
I'm sick to death of Traceys
And girls who think I'm cool
I'm not some kind of tosser
To talk about at school
No one tells me what to do
No matter who they are
My respect is valuable
Who cares if you're a star
You may be on a chat show
Buttering the host
But you ain't even worthy
Of buttering my toast
I'm sick to death of Traceys
And girls who think I'm cool
I'm not some kind of imbecile
To talk about at school