I got this feeling that I am boring So I'm going through red lights To see if I get caught Caught in the stress, with a trumpet on my chest I go through old songs I learned in middle school My american dream is to not do anything. So for my birthday this year, all I'm asking for Is a glass of water and maybe a magazine. MY FIST AND MY LEGS ARE MADE OF GLASS And I punch just like a little kid. But hey guys don't worry, yes I am still an old man I love crossword puzzles and going to bed at ten. My american dream is to not do anything. So for my birthday this year, all I'm asking for Is a glass of water and maybe a magazine. I'm jogging through old lonely neighborhoods Of houses my parents couldn't afford And it's crazy to think who might live in them now Meanwhile, I'm just sitting here all motionless I have a tattoo on my arm of a grocery list To see if I could keep my priorities straight. My american dream is to not do anything. So for my birthday this year all I want's a magazine.