I've grown so fond of this weekend life, no responsibilitiesnI'm not ready for the real world, wake me up when I'm twenty-threennI've grown so fond of this weekend life, no responsibilitiesnI'm not ready for the real world, wake me up when I'm twenty-threennEat mom's pills, drink dad's beernAnything to forget my fear nnGot no job, got no girl, got nothing at allnSounds like a life of misery, still I'm having a ballnnEat mom's pills, drink dad's beernAnything to forget my fear of life, of lifennI live in my own little fantasy, I won't listen to younYou tell me to act more seriously, hey man, fuck younnEat mom's pills, drink dad's beernAnything to forget my fear nnEat mom's pills, drink dad's beernAnything to forget my fear of life, of life