We went round in school, wrapped up in cotton wool Dreaming 'bout the day I'd leave Couldn't wait to get out, I couldn't wait to let out All of those bad memories. Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention To all those educated fools Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say Making up my own kind of rules. Yeaaah, Yeaaah Yeaaah, Yeaaah Working at the desk at the local NEB Worrying about my shirt and tie Yeah I had to be clean, and you had to make it seem So's the public wouldn't blink an eye. In walks the boss, still carrying his cross Saying 'You better get it right or else' Yeah I had enough of it, me I'd rather rough it I'm just gonna please myself. Yeaaah, Yeaaah Yeaaah, Yeaaah You were walking when I found out that you're messing round with your mind Know that made you mean and cruel You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say Making up your own kind of rules. Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say Making up your own kind of rules Making up your own kind of rules. Yeaaah, Yeaaah Yeaaah, Yeaaah