Stupid Kid

I think this place is swell, There's much familiar here. I get my laundry done And 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 outside And mow the grass today. So, would you love me just as much If I was just your stupid kid So, would you love me just as much If I was just your stupid kid They tell me that I'm bright Sometimes I think they're right But I guess I'll never know 'Cause I won't go outside Some days it's just so hot And others it's so cold Too much exposure to the sun Would 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 off To 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 leaving Is the one thing I just can't lose.