Kicking and screamingTheir don’ts to a teacher that caresWho follows suit and soon points them to a roomWhere parents and doctors await with a solution to shareKid are just cut-upsCutting their cures on a plateAnd don’t say this song is on pointOr the neighbors that careWill quickly concede to the neighbors across the streetThe problem child lives over thereEverywhereYour kids are just cut-upsCutting their cures on a plateAre you chasing a feeling or is it getting you by?Don’t say there’s no way I’ll steal what you’re dealingYou’re getting us highThe antidote is stuffed inside my coat but it’s not curing meCandy handouts at parties by recommended prescriptionThe antidote is burning up my throat,But it’s not curing me