I Know That You're Probably Mad At Me. I've Come To Expect That. You Know That You'll Never Have All Of Me, You've Come To Resent That. You Say "tomato", I Say "video Games", You're Acting So Solemn. You'll Take The Precious Remote Control From Me. Do I Sound Like Gollum? (It's) Not That I'm Escaping, You Charm Me Like The Flame Does Moths, It's Just That You'd Prefer Me Docile, Like A Narcoleptic Sloth.



The Wizard Needs Food Badly, The Voltron Can't Be Incomplete. The Things I Love, You Hate So Madly, I Must Not Go Down In Defeat.



In The Hunter-gatherer Societies, I'd Bring Home The Bacon. Public Thought Says Men Should Try And Be Tame, Stirred But Not Shaken. I Say "baseball" Then You Start To Cry, I'm Sorry I Grieve You. I Think A Motorcycle's A Good Way To Die, This Must Bereave You. I Know That You Try So Hard, And I'm Not Saying It's A Sin, It's Just That They Don't Feel My Pain, In Vogue Or Cosmopolitan.



And I'm Sure You Have Your Reasons, But Listen To Me Please... I Want The G.I. Joe With The Kung-Fu Action Grip. I Want Nintendo With The Extra-graphics-microchip. Tackle Football With Rocks, And Sticks, And Knives, And Pain... I Want A Truck With The Four Wheel Drive Train. You'd Rather See Me Get Good At Bookkeepping, I Could Clean House In The Time That I'm Not Sleeping. I Live To Serve You, And I Don't Want To Be Rude, But You Should See That The Wizard Needs Food.