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.