The Problem

When the chimp on the tree shakes his fist at me
You know I love it 'cause it means that much to me
And my nutts know it's not in a bid to reach the top
There is no other 'cause it means that much to you

'Cause you'll be free to guess again, you'll see
And there'll be work that they tell you to do
But if you don't care a lot when the world just hits the spot
You'll be out again by Christmastime next year

Just be sure when you're not of the "I" that doesn't dot
When you're young, nothing's hard to pick that clean
Feel my meaning