Every morning I go to my local foodstore   To buy a bag of sweet sixteen.   God I love those little doughnuts   It looks like I'll turn out to be   A cop even though I dream of   Playing every sold out show.   Having dreams and eating sweets   Won't get you where you want to go.   I try as hard as hard can be   I still can't get the stuff I need   But it's ok- For now it seems   I'm living life expectancy   I'd really love a new guitar   Something bright metallic green.   Guess I'll wait for it a while   For now I'll eat my sweet sixteen.   Well if I am a mindless fool   I'll die by following the rules   Now Heaven doesn't want me there   And Hell must have a load to bear   Cause they said, "Gee we're all filled up!   Please take a number wait in line."   There must be other doughnut eaters   Hey,perhaps they're friends of mine