Some people live for pleasure
And some get off on the pain
Pick up the pieces and put 'em back together again
Some people think life is a game
Some people got something to say
Well, how do you like that?
Writing in the sand with the point of his finger
Well, I'm sorry, I don't see what the man's writing
What are you writing, old man?
Old man, don't you hear me talking to you?
From a pool house with a view
And now we got nothing to do
Some get addicted only after they give it up
Some people need someone to save
Some people need someone to blame
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na (na, na)
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na (na, na)
Na, na-na-na-na, na (ayy)
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na (na, na)