i still don't know what i want to do 

i'd probably still ask you if i knew 

what i'm doing now seems to be okay 

if it's your will if it's your way 

don't want to have to deal with pointless bureaucracy 

making sure where something goes or making sure that your agree 

well i don't even know what my choices are 

should i fly a plane, or should i drive a car? 

nothing's clear to me, my eyes won't do a thing for me 

i'll just wait right here, until i am what i will be 

whatever it is i'm sure ill know, when the time comes he will show 

me what to do, and me where to go 

all i've got is a skateboard and a guitar 

i go to a lot of punk shows a i drive a car 

i don't like to work and i don't like to go to school 

the teachers think that i'm a girl and the kids they think that i'm uncool 

i'm just not interested in much of anything 

wouldn't want to be a president, don't want to be a king 

i just want to ride my skateboard just want to play my bass 

every now and then strum a chord, sometimes land right on my face 

have you any ideas? i can't tell by a chart 

i wanna do what he wants me to, i'm gonna do my part-yah!