I'm running from my folks
Another cunning joke
'Cause I'm always laughing at myself in the grocery store
When I can't afford a dozen yolks
And so I call my old man
With my diploma in hand
He tells me son, another one about my life
And how I need a grown up plan
But hey, you know I've tried
And maybe though I've cried
I can't complain enough to equal some people in his town
Who live a better life