I have this problem I like to share with you all God, I wish I could be an intellectual You sit in the grass with a glass Of red wine in your hand Not like my friends Who drink beers as fast as they can You're so smart, you like art You read the books I would never understand I'm not that smart I like to fart, a teenage punk is what I am Your life seems like such a joy to me 'Cause you see art where it cannot be Friends must be so easy for you to find They don't have to be nice Just have an interesting mind ♪ So, now I will stop riding my skate And be like you, a real fake I don't have to care at all 'Cause now I'm an intellectual Now I'm an intellectual Now I'm an intellectual