I don't hate my parents
I don't get drunk just to spite 'em
I've got my own reasons to drink now -
Think I'll call my dad up and invite 'im.
I can sleep till noon any time I want
But there's not many days that I do
I gotta get up and take on that world
When you're an adult, it's not a cliche, it's the truth
I'm an adult now
I'm an adult now
I got the problems of an adult
on my head and on my shoulders
I'm an adult now
I can't look at young girls anymore
People would think I'm some kind of pervert
Adults find sex either boring or dirty
Young people get away with murder
I can't write songs about girls anymore
I have to write songs about women
No more "boy meets girl, boy loses girl"
Now it's more like "man tries to figure out what the hell went wrong"
I'm an adult now
I'm an adult now
I've got the problems of an adult on my head and my libido
I'm an adult now
I can't listen to rock and roll anymore
I mean, I like the music, but I can't stand the racket
All that screaming, screaming, screaming
Some guy screaming in a leather jacket.
I can't take drugs anymore
I can't afford any artificial joy
I'd sure look like a fool lying dead in a ditch somewhere
With my head full of chemicals like some cheese-eating high school boy
I'm an adult now
I'm an adult now
I've got the problems of an adult
on my head and on my shoulders
I'm an adult now
Moe Berg (The Pursuit of Happiness)
