It’s just something people say
They don’t really feel that way
Prep-school gangsters make the call
As the summer turns to fall
I was tired but waking up
I was dying to test my luck
Prep-school gangsters barred the way
There was nothing I could say
CHORUS:
Call me jealous
Call me mad
Now I’ve got the thing you had
Somewhere in your family tree
There was someone just like me
I was only walking by
Didn’t mean to catch your eye
It’s just something people say
You could lose some teeth that way
Call it business
Call it war
Cutting class through revolving doors
Yours was better
Mine was worse
’Til I took on the fifth-gen curse
CHORUS
It’s just something people say...