I'm beginning to believe

That I can never form my own opinions 

Secretly, I've decided to believe

That I'm Polynesian originally

I want the air set to 70 degrees

I want pineapples and sugar as the major industries

I wi be there blending racial amity

While pineapples and sugar build me massive equity



But if I were married to a movie star

That'd be my arm around here waist

As she flips off the camera

And If Meg Ryan were my personal taste

I'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine's



I'm afraid that you'd agree

When you say you don't hold my attention great

Ukelele's play love songs in portugese

That you've made no attempt to every translate

I want love waiting for me after school

I'd like a stream of conciousness

Everytime I take a breath

I want love on the front porch after school

I'd like a stream of conciousness

Everytime I take a breath



And if I were married to a movie star

That'd be a smile upon my face

As she sips her daquiris

And if Meg Ryan were my personal taste

I'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine's



My town is zoning this land

So we can build an ark and sail away

From Tennessee

Palm trees and sand and hawaiian instruments

Say "Aloha" as they're haunting me

I want time, kicking, screaming, put to death

Float like islands in the pool

While Mr. T pitties the fool



-repeat 1st chorus-