| Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old | 
| All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold | 
| All the kids are talking slang I won’t pretend to understand | 
| All my friends are getting married, mortgages and pension plans | 
| And it’s obvious my angry adolescent days are done | 
| And I’m happy and I’m settled in the person I’ve become | 
| But that doesn’t mean I’m settled up and sitting out the game | 
| Time may change a lot, but some things they stay the same | 
| And I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up | 
| And most of all I will not grow up | 
| And I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up | 
| And most of all I will not grow up | 
| Oh, maturity’s a wrapped up package deal, so it seems | 
| And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams | 
| All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will | 
| Have to grow up, be an adult, yeah, be bored and unfulfilled | 
| Oh, but no one’s yet explained to me exactly what’s so great | 
| About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate | 
| About meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity | 
| Well, if that’s your road, then take it, but it’s not the road for me | 
| And I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up | 
| And most of all I will not grow up | 
| And I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up | 
| And most of all I will not grow up | 
| And if all you ever do with your life | 
| Is just photosynthesize | 
| Then you deserve every hour of your sleepless nights | 
| That you waste wondering when you’re gonna die | 
| Now I’ll play, and you sing | 
| The perfect way for the evening to begin | 
| Now I’ll play, and you sing | 
| The perfect way for the evening to begin | 
| And I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up | 
| And most of all I will not grow up | 
| And I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up | 
| And most of all I will not grow up |