Paul McCartney - Angry lyrics

What the hell gives the right to tell me what to do with my life?

Especially when you made a mess of every chance you had of success

Look at you

Just look at you

I said, I'm angry just looking at you

Well, I'm sick and tired of sitting back and listening to all of your clap-trap (clap-trap)

If you could get me take the rap, I guarantee you'd leave me with a backslap (backslap)

Push me to the left, push me to the right, try to take me out of the way

Even if you knock me off the edge of the world, you're still gonna hear me say:

What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life?

Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success

Look at you

Oh, look at you

I said, I'm angry just looking at you

Shouting down again, mahama, shouting down again

Shouting down again, mahama, shouting down again

I can't begin to tell you all the reasons why you're making me crazy (crazy)

I've got so many answers, like you're stupid, like you're crooked, like you're lazy (lazy)

Hit me with your left, hit me with your right, hit me from the top to the toe

Even when you chew me up and spit me out, I'm still gonna wanna know

What the hell gives the right to tell me what to do with my life?

Especially when you made a mess of every chance you had of success

Look at you

Look at you

I said, I'm angry just looking at you

Looking, shouting, look out

Shouting down again, mahama, shouting down again

Shouting down again, mahama, shouting down again

Can't you hear me telling you?

Come on, babe, shout it down! Shout it down!

Shout it down...

Shut up!