I want to do fun things
like sing, joy bring and blow some smoke rings.
I  wanna do so many things I know make no sense,
but somehow the dumbness of the act brings a rush of childhood innocence
so in my own defense
******* Disney told me to not grow up
So I got drunk and acted dumb thinking I'd never be grown up
but man I've drank til I've thrown up
bone dry lips chucking fluids from the stomach corrupted guts
**** outta luck and then you say maybe it is about time to grow up.
But **** that I wanna drive in cars above permissible speeds
and I've had my car taken away for doing the deed
highway tow truck repossession sessions
is bad endings
sorry we'll have to call a cab friends.
But that's not where the night ends.
Lets take these bad feelings and squeeze em into a bottle
examine and give them meaning.  Or am I dreaming?
How can I still aspire to admire those who do stupid things like set things on fire?
I am no burning man.  
But like I said, fun things is what I wanna do.
Take too many drugs and get in an **** somewhere like Bonnaroo.
Like what would you do? these thoughts never occur to you,
I do dumb things not for wealth
I'm doing them for myself.
I wanna dress up as the grim reaper and photobomb the pictures at every marriage for money,
now THAT'D be funny.
I'd look back and laugh and one day they'd look back and say who's that?
Or maybe they won't.
Or maybe they will when it is over cause let's face it, it's a ******* wedding photo.
What's the point of looking you were there and you lived it.
But please spend copious amounts of money for the memories you might one day lose.
Spend all your money.
Your dimes, nickles, dollars, buy gold and diamond rings,
You do that dumb **** and I'll do fun things.