One, two, three, four ♪ There was a man Who lived alone He'd sit and think "Will I find anyone?" He said, "Please, please I'll do anything, anything" There was a boy Who didn't know What he would be When he was old He said "Please, please I'll do anything Please, please I'll be anything, anything" Well, little boy, you have to understand You're not the only one Who's feeling anxious toward the bullshit That's attached to growing up And all those things you learned along the way Were nothing compared to the things that stayed In your heart since the day you were born And tell the man not to worry It doesn't matter when you die It'll always be the longest that you've ever been alive And for that, you should be grateful Yeah, for that, you should be scared And for that, you should find at least one excuse to fight your fears 'Cause if not, you've already died And believe me when I say I know exactly what that's like One, two, three