Life is short for you and me
If we lived in harmony
It's definitely not a race
Take all the time to give it a pace
They're doing this all because I'm sick
Of being pushed around and getting tricked
I can't get around this shtick
Not without my guitar pick

In the arboretum my mom goes gazing
I always try to keep her from glazing
I always try to speed things along
It's partially why I'm singing this song
Nearly every time she says "Let's go"
I always feel like I'm done with the flow
But it turns out that Mom really means
It's time to explore some more of the scene.

In my school, gym class is queasy
Cause everyone treats it like a speakeasy
Pardon my French, but they all said S***
and B**** and F*** and kinds like it.
They always think they have a right
To say what they want with no trouble to bite.
Nobody is on my side
Rural kids are not what I have in mind

When I'm famous and fish with bait,
I go to my pad and pick up my date.
We sing a song or maybe two,
The heck with it-let's go for a few.
How long it is? I don't know.
My girlfriend always goes with the flow.
We go to the movies and take on the heat.
We go to my pad beneath the street.
You know I simply love my girl.
I like to go and give her a whirl.
We both have a happy heart,
But I remember something and we quickly depart.
To make some dinner, so happy to please
Homemade lasagna with plenty of cheese.
We both have a lovely time
Mine is hers and hers is mine.

This is my ode to my pros and cons
Now enjoy the show cause I'll soon be gone
All is calm and nicely quick
Now I have my guitar pick