I want some eyebrows
Bushy and big and
Full of bear fur
Sittin' right on my face where
You can see them
Fall in the chasm
Of despair when
I don't get exactly what I want out of life

I want my house back
I want my ski pants
I want some bullets
I need a gun too

I want the Jacksons from 1973
I want the Osmonds
Want you to love me

I want a teacher
From outerspace
Who's got a different
Perspective on the
Whole human race

There's no reason
Why we can't get along
Except for the fact that
Everything that we know is wrong
I want some answers
I want a sea trade
I want a haircut now
Something different and plain

I want the Jacksons from 1973
I want the Osmonds
Want you to love me

I want a gold watch
I want some Hickory Farms
I want a DJ now
With a thousand arms

I want some kung-fu
I want the realness of space
I want to see your smile
Shine up your face