You keep tellin’ me, don’t hang around
While you play around with the clowns that you found, it ain’t right
Now and then I get tired of the sound
Of you puttin’ me down while you play in the town every night
I’m gettin’ hung-up, yes I am, yes I am, and you don’t give a damn
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No you don’t — have to treat me like a fool
No you don’t — have to be so bloody cool
No you don’t — have to make up all the rules
No you don’t — no, no you don’t — no you don’t!
You keep playing your reckless games that will bring you fame
But I’ll take the blame for your name
Well you think you’ve got my life in your hands
But you don’t understand that I’ve got my own plans, my own plans
I’m going down, yes I am, yes I am, and you don’t give a damn
Chorus
(Instrumental break)
I’m gettin’ hung-up, yes I am, yes I am, and you don’t give a damn
Chorus