Now do you get it! It's them, not you... 
So don't feel so funny 
Live for risks, they don't... 
There's no fight in them, no spit and fire 
Nothing gets them angry 
Oh come on, let's go shake the world 
Be thrilled by the thought 
That it's wild out there 
Even if it's really not that great 
Getting married? Making babies? 
But you haven't been to Paris 
The object of the game is to leave town 
I want you to be so happy 
You will bug them with your presence 
They'll say you're wrong, you have no style 
I want you to be lean and hungry 
Slum geniuses kicking limos 
Walking by yourself down Razor Street 
I want you to know people who laugh too loud 
And have to get drunk to find the right words 
And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right 
I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If 
you don't know your plans, so what? 
You should show up at their parties 
Frankly state their music's lousy 
Their art is stupid, don't be cool 
Do mind bottled dressing 
Object to instant coffee 
And go to movies all alone 
look someone in the eyes and say you'll satisfy them, 
Though you both know the way love is, that's a lie 
I want to see your fists in their searchlights 
Hear danger from their radio 
Take every chance you can to get revenge 
No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of 
anxiety "Patience" means "never" 
Don't shake hands,don't smile a lot, not much "please" 
And "thank you" 
Believe in "no", insist on "why" 
Want false hopes, expect magic 
Put your life on the line for something 
Bet on dreams, again and again 
Make a country that's fat and smart 
That doesn't love to screw its own 
And gives, instead of sucks the world dry