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!