I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty

And I know everything you hate in me

Fill me up with over-pious badgerings

To throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things



Remember all the lessons fed to me?

Me the young sponge, so ready to agree

Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead

Now aware that I'm alive and way ahead



Too bad the things that make you mad

Are my favorite things

And I'm so happy



I see you looking, I know that you're thinking

That I'll never go anywhere

The things that I've done

And the things that I've seen

I don't really expect you to care