I want to check out. I want to see your mom's face Want to have fun, want to rock it in the first place I want to check out and see what's in the dust pile I want to come home, want to stop being a worm for awhile I've got a stack, got a new pile of speakers Let's tear up wires I'll show you in the bleachers I'm- No, no, no I want to have fun, but I don't want to smell bad I want to take baths in the old school showerhead I want to see the show, and want to run there With your girlfriend I want to hold her, and I want to hold her friend's Hand I want to take off, want to hit you with a microphone I wish I could see you on the telephone You can't call I want to take off, want to run to the old continent I want to dig a hole in the Earth's spin-tone In the jetway