Gimme a Break

Don’t gimme that about the UFOs And don’t try and say your stupid magazine knows Don’t gimme no science fiction Just gimme a break Hey goody-two-shoes, you think you’re so great It figures you’d crack up your Vega like that And go tradin’ it in for a Yugo Gimme a break Wandering wasted through the mall Hosers, posers, pissants all Singin’ gimme a break, gimme a break Gimme a break Can you tell, is this the Big Time? Have I got it made? Singing my songs in this penny arcade? Makin’ love-eyes with the barflies Gimme a break Here in the New Jerusalem You’re either one of us, or one of them Either way, it’s ‘gimme a break, gimme a break…’ I’m relaxing in style on a king’s holiday The cell finally died and my mind ran away So don’t gimme no aggravation On my Bermuda vacation Just gimme a break No pop culture teen sensations Anesthetizing entire nations Just gimme a break No cable-TV masturbation No ‘alternate-facts’ Fox fiction Just gimme a break Gimme a break, gimme a break, yeah yeah yeah You gotta be kidding me An illusion of truth Adrift on the tide of a cartoon sea You gotta be kidding me