It’s obvious my angry adolescent days are done // and I’m happy and I’m settled in the person I’ve become // but that doesn’t mean I’m settled up and sitting out the game // Maturities a wrapped up package deal or so it seems // When ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams // Have to grow up, be an adult, be bored and unfulfilled // but no one yet’s explained to me what’s so great about slaving 50 years away on something that you hate // About meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity // Well if that’s your road then take it but it’s not the one for me // So I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up // But most of all, I won’t grow up