the bob of this number

i wanna be a director
i wanna have silent thoughts
i wanna be a protector
i wanna do what i ought

i wanna drink coffee from a stainless mug
i wanna give my grumpy old uncle a hug

i feel overstated
i feel underhated
i feel, quite frankly, emaciated
emotionally bankrupt, and morally too
such a big difference 'tween me and you

you see this bear? that's my OG
if he's not there, i don't wanna be
hanging out high up in the 913
favorite person? call my BPD

i want to be born as a baby
i want to be just a guy
i want to fly solo and often
i want to never say why

never say why - never apologize
but i'm not afraid of going wrong
i'd like to go wrong sometimes
i'd like to eat some lemon-limes

what we wish and what we will, we will
love out of sector, love overspill

i wanna be the loving kind
i wanna be the human kind
i wanna hold your heart in mine
i wanna be somebody's baby

i want to be seriously taken seriously
i never want to act so imperiously
i want to smile, and nod, and nod
i want to hang on the shoulder of god

sitting, standing, reprimanding
on the chair or over there
up to see me, down to trot
hot with whimsy, never not

and i wanna be cool, ice cold, no school
i wanna be a graduate of peeing in the pool
sorry, disgusting, i won't be a tool
a little bit gullible, rich like a fool

big-hearted enough to throw weight around
big-headed enough to make wait around
nosing for attention and catty invention
witty like sparkplugs, and changin' 'em, too

i wanna be an attraction
one-of-a-faction
i wanna be an escaper
pin-me-on-paper

i gotta be me. i want you to be you.
i want everything i ever do say to be true

because it can be. because it should be.
because i'm funny enough without having to lie

and if all of that makes me a weird little guy
that's alright, i got it - there's pie in the sky