I think this place is swell,There's much familiar here.I get my laundry doneAnd I get home-cooked meals.And when I'm feeling tired,I can turn off all the lights,Ignore the knocking on the door,Pretend I'm not alive. But, Daddy, it's Saturday,And I don't want to go outsideAnd mow the grass today.So, would you love me just as muchIf I was just your stupid kidSo, would you love me just as muchIf I was just your stupid kid They tell me that I'm brightSometimes I think they're rightBut I guess I'll never know'Cause I won't go outsideSome days it's just so hotAnd others it's so coldToo much exposure to the sunWould just make me look old Well, isn't this Saturday?It sure feels like Saturday.So, wake me Saturday.Daddy, it's Saturday. And my mind wanders offTo things I've never seen,Are these walls higher than the cost of opportunity?I'm too big for my bed,And I've outgrown my shoes.But my fear of leavingIs the one thing I just can't lose.
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