I'm growing out my hair
I'm moving out to Cherokee
I'm gonna be a rockstar
And you are gonna bear with me
Cuz I can't work a job
Like any other slob,
Punchin' in and punchin' out and suckin' up to Bob
Marryin' a bitch,
Havin' seven kids,
Givin' up and growin' old,
And hopin' there's a god.
