Lyrics:
I see my dad come home
I hear my mommy call
I watch them read the letter
I see their faces fall
I may be only three
But I am not a fool
I've just been rejected by the Riverside Nursery School
I'm bad, bad, bad, bad
What am I gonna do?
I'm fine in a sandbox, but I choke in an interview
Bye bye future
Bye bye dream
Bye bye happy
Bye bye self-esteem
My epitaph will be:
He hit his peak at three
And then took eighty years to die
Bye bye future
Bye bye
Oh no, another letter
Must be from my safety school
I'm breaking out in hives
I can't control my drool
They're reading; read, read, read
They're talking; say, say, say
They're laughing; oh, oh, oh
I think I'm on my way
What a proud boy am I
Miss Walker's play group
Hello future
Hello clout
Old boy network, that's what school's about
Any years from now when time and newsweek interview my sitter
She'll say, "Early failures hurt him, yes, but did not leave him bitter."
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
The sun is out and life is good
Hello future
Hello
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