Grew up in the smoggiest of towns A dirty haze where the sun goes down But we know it's better to conceal Than to reveal In the time it takes the gra** to grow There are weeds to pull and a lawn to mow The city looks so nice The median, asphalt paradise If you are like me At least to some degree Go to sleep, go Friends say I've the foggiest of minds
Always asleep in half the time But I thought it better to wait Than to propagate 'Cause there's something underneath those sheets It's a morning sun, and it burns for me So you better get a lot of rest If you want them to be impressed If you are like me At least to some degree Go to sleep, go