Mom, I'm not going to college
Your oldest son has bigger plans
And I may turn out a failure but I think you already knew that
Since I'm a disappointment to your man
Dad, I wont be around for Christmas
I wanna go on a tour with all my friends
So instead of Christmas dinner, I'll be cramped up in an old blue van
Try not to give it too much thought
And I could have had it all
From my money to your pride
But I'm dumb enough to think that I won't lose
In a few years I'll regret
And take back everything I said
But right now I'm not listening to you
Boss, I quit my job
I'm gonna drive till my bank account runs dry
And I'll take this old guitar and hope that I can make it over time
You wouldn't miss me anyways
Teacher, I'm not going back to school
I'm gonna make myself believe that I'm way too cool
To ever go back, to ever return
You can tell me all day but I won't learn
I'm too stuck in my ways to ever listen