Being young ain't always fun,
And growing up ain't easy,
When you're just a little different,
And your best friend is your tv.
You might never be a hero,
Or get along with your peers,
But you could learn to be a human from,
A dude with pointy ears, well.
The bad guys were always wrong,
And the good guys always won and,
We learned how to play the game.
But now my favorite shows,
Are full of anti-heroes and,
Reruns just ain't the same.
In a world a little sick,
We could use some more logic
Who taught you the needs of the many,
Are greater than the needs of the one?
And who taught you that just wearing a goatee,
Makes you an evil son of a gun?
The only one who tried to talk,
To the devil in the dark.
Cuz you were bred from different stock,
Like those of us who missed the mark,
See you in sha ka ree, my mister
Mr. Spock stopped the jocks,
Taking over in space seed,
And he always kept his cool,
When bones would call him a halfbreed.
And we all tried the nerve pinch,
On other kids on the playground,
Till fourteen at least I still believed,
That move could knock you out, damn.
In search of was the show,
That made it cool for ufos,
It weirded out my little mind.
Embarrassing as it could get,
You sang a song about the hobbit,
Somebody must have been high
Those of us that can't quite fit,
Could use some more of your logic
Who taught you,
The needs of the many,
Are greater then the needs of the one
Who taught you,
That just wearing a goatee,
Makes you an evil son of a gun
From captain kirk's superego,
Into the dark mind of van gogh,
So much of what I know,
Came from your heart.
We'll see you in sha ka ree, my mister
