I want some eyebrows bushy and big and full of bear fur sittin' right on my face where you can see them fall in the chasm of despair when I don't get exactly what I want out of life I want my house back I want my ski pants I want some bullets I need a gun too I want the Jacksons from 1973 I want the Osmonds Want you to love me I want a teacher from outerspace Who's got a different perspective on the whole human race There's no reason
why we can't get along except for the fact that everything that we know is wrong I want some answers I want a sea trade I want a haircut now Something different and plain I want the Jacksons from 1973 I want the Osmonds Want you to love me I want a gold watch I want some Hickory Farms I want a DJ now with a thousand arms I want some kung-fu I want the realness of space I want to see your smile shine up your face