You don't like my hair The clothes that I wear You've got a problem with my attitude You don't like my music You say it's abusive It's got no class and it's downright lewd I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've nothing to prove I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've nothing to prove I don't think I'm going crazy I might be slightly radged But what you see, is what you get And I'm not all that bad