Lyrics:

Folding my clothes
And I feel useless
Don't think I know
How to do this
Once I was told
But like any misfit
I spit on some good advice
Out in the cold
And tryin' to make fire
Two sticks and stone
Still got no fire
Once I was shown
But I was inside then
And spit on that good advice
Wisdom, wisdom
Where can I get some?
Wisdom, wisdom
On the payroll
And digging up ditches
Dollar is low
So are my wages
Once I was told
Just how to get rich
But I spit on that good advice
Wisdom, wisdom
Where can I get some?
Wisdom, wisdom
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Wisdom, wisdom
Where can I get some?
Wisdom, wisdom
I wanna trade my dimwits in for tips
Tips equipped with
Wisdom, wisdom

Take off my clothes
And I feel useless
Don't think I know
How to do this
Once I was told
But I liked to fidget
And miss out on good advice