"Hey Pete" she said "it's not too late    I still think that you're just great    you need to wait in the right place    where you'll meet a girl with good taste"    "Aw, ma don't you think I tried?    I think there's something wrong inside    I have no problem making friends    but that's where the story ends"   I have no problem hanging out    then I see a glimpse of doubt    and I don't understand    what makes them not like me?   I'm just trying to be myself   but it's so far from everyone else   and I don't understand what makes them not like me      "Hey Pete I see from what you said    that the problem's all in your head    and if you want to make a change    you must let go of being strange."   "Yeah mom the problem's in my brain    sometimes I really think I'm insane    it goes much deeper than the beard    deep down inside me I'm just weird      I have no problem hanging out...   maybe I'm just weird      "You're not weird Pete you're just fine    and I'm proud to say you're mine   regardless of the strange things you've done    I'm so glad that you're my son   I really think from what you said    that the problem's all in your head    and if you want to make a change    you must let go of being strange"