Verse 1: Well this is just a wimpy song
To tell what I’ve done
I suffered those awkward years
In no way were they fun
My shorts must strong
When I feel like a loser
From a flagpole I’m hung
It started at nine years old
I swear it’s the truth
A girl stepped in doggy-doo
Made me tongue-clean her shoes
From that day on
They called me “Doody Mouth”
That’s not clever at all!

Chorus: I know that kids can really be rough
When they think you’re a nerd
Don’t go acting like you are real tough
They won’t be perturbed
Could we just stop these childish games, let’s be mature
But they choose to hurt

Verse 2: My life was constant fight
Will I sink or swim?
Was chased home from school each night
And was picked last in gym
My future was grim
They beamed me with the balls
They would trip me so I’d fall
All this cuz I’m not slim?

Chorus: I know that things won’t always be rough
So I’ll keep my head low
I keep thinking I gotta stay tough
Won’t break me down, no
Must be there’s nothing else in their lives, that’s substantial
I pity them all!

Verse 3: Well this was just a wimpy song
To show where I’ve been
Now I own ten companies
And the Houston Texans
You guys were all wrong
So, you’re here for employment?
Let the meeting begin!

Chorus: Remember begging you please to just stop?!
You made me eat moss!
I made a beautiful painting in art
And you sprayed a red cross!
You locked my up all day in my locker, said I got lost
Payback’s a dish best served cold and with sauce
You’re nothing but spots
And now I’m your boss!