Picking up stones on Saturdays Stuffing them in my jeans It's old habit, anyways I don't know what that means Oh the teachers think there's a problem Is there something wrong at home? I made it up that Mama was drunk Just so they'd leave me alone Oh but I don't much, anyways I don't know much, anyways I don't know much, anyways at all Billy comes over on Tuesdays We play video games And we take turns lying 'bout whose been trying to Marry our mamas and change our names Well the doctors think there's a problem Is there something wrong inside? Of course there is everyone's got Some kind of scar to hide Oh but I don't much, anyways I don't know much, anyways I don't know much, anyways at all