People ask me all the time No matter where I am They ask, and they ask How many times have I been woken up At 2:33 in the morning to someone looming over my bed asking me? My doctor asked me today My doctor Can you believe it? Hell, where do kids get the idea to ask me? Who's raising these kids, teaching them to ask me? I don't blame the kids I don't have answers Every time they ask That's what I tell them I wouldn't put money on it being the whole truth, but it's what I tell when they ask My answers are mine, not theirs And yet they keep asking Asking And asking And asking, and asking, and I tell them Nothing Because they're mine, my answers Stay out of my house Stay out of my doctor's office Stay out of my mind These are my answers