I heard it through the grapevine that once again
You're singing the blues
I don't feel bad because it's nothing new
Oh, God, you're coming my way and I don't want to have to hear you complain
And no I don't have sympathy for your bad habit
I sure won't be your angel cause
I'm not getting tied to the wings of a plane going down its insane
Cause you're so pathetic
I thank God that I wasn't born you
Thank God I don't live your life
And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?"
I pretend to be cool
But the truth is it sucks to be you
Sucks to be you
Well don't listen to half of the things that you say
And that voice of yours a starts to irritate me in quite a particular way that I'd rather jump off of a bridge, Okay!
All day all night you wanna cry about it
Poor baby get someone to change your diaper
Blame the world for hating you and everything that you go through
But we're all the same
So I don't believe it
I thank God that I wasn't born you
Thank God I don't live your life
And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?"
I pretend to be cool
But the truth is it sucks to be you
Sucks to be you, you, you, you
And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?"
I pretend to be cool
But the truth is it sucks to be you
I'm not sorry for you
I'm not sorry for you
I'm not sorry for you
I'm not sorry for you
I thank God that I wasn't born you
Thank God I don't live your life
And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?"
I pretend to be cool
But the truth is it sucks to be you
I thank God that I wasn't born you
Thank God I don't live your life
And you say, "Hey! What do you mean?"
I pretend to be cool
But I'd hate it if I had to walk a whole mile in your shoes
Sucks to be you