Lyrics:
The best of times, the worst of times,the times you can't ignore.Sometimes you bite the bulletand flip flop on the floor.They tell you where to go,and they tell you what to do.They set your face on firethen stomp it out with their shoes.I ain't no fool.Mama didn't raise no fool.The times I can't complainare the times I do the most.On a diet of black coffeeand prozac buttered toast.These eunuchs in their pradaand Gucci flavored clothes.Wouldn't know a fresh perspectiveif it bit 'em up on the nose.I ain't no fool.Mama didn't raise no fool.Don't do as they say,just say as they do.No flavor's quite so bitteras the taste of one's own shoe.I ain't no fool.Mama didn't raise no fool.