I`m writing young and gifted,
In my autobiography,
I figured, who would know,
Better than me?
I`m certainly the former,
But I`m *not* so much the latter,
But noone`s gonna read it,
So I`m sure it doesn`t matter.
When you find that you`re the former,
Take pride in how you form.
When you find that you`re the ladder,
Don`t let those people walk under you-ooh.
I`m writing sharp and adult,
With my finger on the steam,
On the mirror in my bathroom,
And I`m applying shaving cream.
Which would suggest that I`m the foamer
But how *can* I be the lather,
And something tells me,
It`s the opposite I`d rather.
When you find that you`re the foamer,
Be careful what you foam.
When you find that you`re the lather,
Don`t shave too high,
You`ll regret it later,
La...La La La...La La La La
La...La La La...La La La La
I`ve stayed in school this long
But still no one will tell me why,
They figured who would know,
Better than I?
I know I`m a conformer,
But I`m *sure* it doesn`t matter,
My new friends are all adults,
And my old friends all have scattered.
When you find you`re a conformer,
Take pride and swallow whole.
If you`re trying to climb the ladder,
Don`t let people walk over you.
Because that`s just what they`ll do.
Don`t let people walk over you.
Because that`s just what they`ll do.