i still don't know what i want to do

i'd probably still ask you if i knew

what i'm doing now seems to be okay

if it's your will if it's your way

don't want to have to deal with pointless bureaucracy

making sure where something goes or making sure that your agree

well i don't even know what my choices are

should i fly a plane, or should i drive a car?

nothing's clear to me, my eyes won't do a thing for me

i'll just wait right here, until i am what i will be

whatever it is i'm sure ill know, when the time comes he will show

me what to do, and me where to go

all i've got is a skateboard and a guitar

i go to a lot of punk shows a i drive a car

i don't like to work and i don't like to go to school

the teachers think that i'm a girl and the kids they think that i'm uncool

i'm just not interested in much of anything

wouldn't want to be a president, don't want to be a king

i just want to ride my skateboard just want to play my bass

every now and then strum a chord, sometimes land right on my face

have you any ideas? i can't tell by a chart

i wanna do what he wants me to, i'm gonna do my part-yah