Why does everybody sing the same old song to me   I've heard it before so wake me up when you're done   Voices of doom, intent on reformin' me   Relentlessly informin' me that I am a bum      Wait till next year, wait till next year   You've noticed, I guess, that my clothes are a mess   And by this time next year I should care even less      Thanks for the advice, you cut me up real quick   Everyone's so nice it makes me sick   Go ahead and find another dog to kick   Why do you do it, why don't you all leave me alone   If you don't approve of me, go home      You're world is restricted and I've been evicted   Condemned and convicted for being myself   They never stop whinin' if my shoes need shinin'   My manners need refinin' and they're anxious to help      Wait till next year, wait till next year   I've got an image to nurse, and a role to rehearse   And by this time next year I should be even worse