Whistle Like Jim

Mary, you got some Sun today

And on my handlebars you look great

I really mean it

'Cause no one's got moves like that

And grace like that

Through all the panic

Will you just sing to me?

'Cause Claire when you sing

You sound like a southern girl

In Sunday dress

I want to kiss you

I need to calm down

I want to be a good American boy

But sin follows me and all my friends

I need to concentrate

Get my hands on some Ritalin

And plan my days

Constructive and legitimate

Go only places I feel comfortable

My grandpa fought in World War Two

And here I am, afraid to leave my room

I've seen your sad family

And my sad family

And all of the faces between

I promised myself long ago

I'd never try that

Not cut out to be a good American boy

But sin follows me where ever I go

Larry grandpa

I'm gonna need ya

To get me through this maze

With the heart of

California

And the second grade

I'm guessing I should waste some time

Enjoy the sunshine

So many reasons I shouldn't complain

But I could never put words

To the way I'm feeling

Milk and cookies will help me escape

Now that's what I'll do