Stupid kid

I think this place is swell,

There's much familiar here.

I get my laundry done

And I get home-cooked meals.

And when I'm feeling tired,

I can turn off all the lights,

Ignore the knocking on the door,

Pretend I'm not alive.

But, Daddy, it's Saturday,

And I don't want to go outside

And mow the grass today.

So, would you love me just as much

If I was just your stupid kid

So, would you love me just as much

If I was just your stupid kid

They tell me that I'm bright

Sometimes I think they're right

But I guess I'll never know

'Cause I won't go outside

Some days it's just so hot

And others it's so cold

Too much exposure to the sun

Would just make me look old

Well, isn't this Saturday?

It sure feels like Saturday.

So, wake me Saturday.

Daddy, it's Saturday.

And my mind wanders off

To things I've never seen,

Are these walls higher than the cost of opportunity?

I'm too big for my bed,

And I've outgrown my shoes.

But my fear of leaving

Is the one thing I just can't lose.