Lyrics
Don’t gimme that about the UFOs
And don’t try and say your stupid magazine knows
Don’t gimme no science fiction
Just gimme a break
Hey goody-two-shoes, you think you’re so great
It figures you’d crack up your Vega like that
And go tradin’ it in for a Yugo
Gimme a break
Wandering wasted through the mall
Hosers, posers, pissants all
Singin’ gimme a break, gimme a break
Gimme a break
Can you tell, is this the Big Time?
Have I got it made?
Singing my songs in this penny arcade?
Makin’ love-eyes with the barflies
Gimme a break
Here in the New Jerusalem
You’re either one of us, or one of them
Either way, it’s ‘gimme a break, gimme a break…’
I’m relaxing in style on a king’s holiday
The cell finally died and my mind ran away
So don’t gimme no aggravation
On my Bermuda vacation
Just gimme a break
No pop culture teen sensations
Anesthetizing entire nations
Just gimme a break
No cable-TV masturbation
No ‘alternate-facts’ Fox fiction
Just gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, yeah yeah yeah
You gotta be kidding me
An illusion of truth
Adrift on the tide of a cartoon sea
You gotta be kidding me
GEORGE WALLACE
Songtrust Ave