Over the hills they came from the valley
Making innuendoes about my lack of talent, oh well…
They say that when I'm supposed to be singing,
All I 'm really doing is yelling, oh well…
To you I say …
Break out or get out!
Then they say that I can't sing,
That I don't say a thing,
That I make everything up…oh well.
To you I say…
Break out or get out!
Get out of your mind,
Cause it's much too small,
And there's so much going on…