Yeah Two Three Four I wanna be a champion I wanna be best friends with Marilyn Manson and Call my manager and tell him stop managing Cause all the future plans they may all be cancelling then I wanna drink so much that I can’t stand up from where I’m sitting and Do so much Coke, Dr. Pepper can’t even out sniff me and Even Santa Claus is just as real as a wrestler I knew all my presents were in my mom’s dresser So, fuck being famous I just wanna be hated Fuck the generation I just want to be sedated Fuck being cool Fuck the whole school I wanna swim naked So, I’ll be skinny dipping in the summer With nothing but a gold chain on Screaming money ain’t a thing Everybody sing! I’ll be hanging from a streetlight Singing out my favorite song Singing out my favorite song I can feel it in the air tonight I’ll be hanging from a streetlight Singing out my favorite song Singing out my favorite song I can feel it in the air tonight I’m spiking everybody’s Kool-Aid Buy a couple castles and make every bum a roommate Keep it groovy On a two way Living loosely But for Juicy (Whatever goes here) And they loving it like who say Yours truly (Idk) Stay tripping like a suitcase Don’t shoot me Sh-shoot me Unless it’s with your camera In that case, it’s spectacular I’m seasoned like a calendar (UH?) They cleaner than a janitor And I make em say AYE! like we in Canada Cause I wanna be a champion I wanna pop pop pop pop More than Hanson did want to be I wanna be Morisette than Alanis Then I wanna spend at least a million bucking on cannabis Don’t wanna never ever ever stop being faded Always rolling on tongues like R’s in the Spanish language R-rrrreal shit Bear sing the hook and make them feel the shit! I’ll be hanging from a streetlight Singing out my favorite song Singing out my favorite song I can feel it in the air tonight I’ll be hanging from a streetlight Singing out my favorite song Singing out my favorite song I can feel it in the air tonight I’ll be skinny dipping in the summer With nothing but a gold chain on Screaming money ain’t a thing Everybody sing! I’ll be skinny dipping in the summer With nothing but a gold chain on Screaming money ain’t a thing Everybody sing!