text: When I was a boy I had a lot of fun
  I lived by the sea, I was a fishermans son
  My mother she was a fishermans wife
  She was scrubbing floors most of her life
  They said screw you
  I aint got nothing to lose
  I could paper a matchbox
  With the money I use
  Screw you
  I aint got nothing to lose
  I could paper a matchbox
  With the money I use
  At the school I attended, I got into fights
  I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night
  The teachers cared less for the blood in our veins
  They got most of their thrills out of using a cane
  They said screw you
  Oh, you bloody young fools
  I could get more sense
  Out of the back end of a mule
  Screw you
  Oh, you bloody young fools
  I could get more sense
  Out of the back end of a mule
  So you see theres men who get paid for being slaves
  And men who get paid for being free
  And theres men behind bars who pray for the light
  And men in the suburbs who pray for the night
  And theyre all trying to climb to the top of the mine
  And all of them say most of the way screw you
  I worked in the mill from seven till nine
  Tears in my eyes nearly drove me blind
  Trying to make wages that werent even there
  Taking hell from a foreman with the build of a bear
  He said screw you
  This is all youll ever do
  Its the only existence
  For someone like you
  Screw you
  This is all youll ever do
  Its the only existence
  For someone like you
  Screw you
  Screw you
  Screw you
  Screw you
  Screw you
  Screw you
  ...