Wait Till Next Year

(album: Eric Is Here - 1967)

Why does everybody sing the same old song to me
I've heard it before so wake me up when you're done
Voices of doom, intent on reforming me
Relentlessly informing me that I am a bum

Wait till next year, wait till next year
You've noticed, I guess, that my clothes are a mess
And by this time next year I should care even less

Thanks for the advice, you cut me up real quick
Everyone's so nice it makes me sick
Go ahead and find another dog to kick
Why do you do it, why don't you all leave me alone
If you don't approve of me, go home

You're world is restricted and I've been evicted
Condemned and convicted for being myself
They never stop whining if my shoes need shining
My manners need refining and they're anxious to help

Wait till next year, wait till next year
I've got an image to nurse, and a role to rehearse
And by this time next year I should be even worse