(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

Well, you hoot and you holler
and you make me mad
and I’ve always been under your heel
Holy Christ what a lousy deal!
Now I’m sick and tired
of your tedious ways
and I ain’t gonna take it no more
oh no no – walkin’ out that door

Burning my bridges
cutting my tie
Once again
I wanna look into the eye
being myself
counting my pride
no un-right neighbour’s
gonna take me for a ride
Burning my bridges
moving at last
Girl I’m leaving
and I’m burying the past
Gonna have peace now
you can be free
No one here
will make a sucker out of me