Screw You (Young Man's Blues) - Elton John
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Screw You (Young Man's Blues) Lyrics
When I was a boy I had a lot of fun
I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's son
My mother she was a fisherman's wife
She was scrubbing floors most of her lifeThey said screw you
I ain't got nothing to lose
I could paper a matchbox
With the money I useScrew you
I ain't got nothing to lose
I could paper a matchbox
With the money I useAt the school I attended, I got into fights
I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night
The teachers cared less for the blood in our veins
They got most of their thrills out of using a caneThey said screw you
Oh, you bloody young fools
I could get more sense
Out of the back end of a muleScrew you
Oh, you bloody young fools
I could get more sense
Out of the back end of a muleSo you see there's men who get paid for being slaves
And men who get paid for being free
And there's men behind bars who pray for the light
And men in the suburbs who pray for the night
And they're all trying to climb to the top of the mine
And all of them say most of the way screw youI worked in the mill from seven till nine
Tears in my eyes nearly drove me blind
Trying to make wages that weren't even there
Taking hell from a foreman with the build of a bearHe said screw you
This is all you'll ever do
It's the only existence
For someone like youScrew you
This is all you'll ever do
It's the only existence
For someone like youScrew you
Screw youScrew you
Screw youScrew you
Screw you
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Songwriters
Bernie Taupin;Elton JohnPublished by
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