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