Freshman year mama asked waht do you wanna
Do when you get out of here.
I said well gee, i´m only 13, but i think i´d like to play my guitar
Be a star

Gee well thats not it you got some time to go
Good sense will kick in any time you know.
I´m not worried, i´m not worried

Sophmore year she asked the same old thing,
My answer had remained unchanged
I saw her fidgit with her thumbs,
She said you like computers John, you like computers don´t you
You see i always see with a computer you like computers
Maybe you could do something with computers yea wouldn´t that be nice

Junior year, its a little more tense she says,
What do you want to do with your life?
I´m not on the fence i know exactly what i am to be

And i´m only 17.

She well all i ask is that you pay attention in class,
So if you happen to change your mind in time you can still go
So where reputible, do us proud.
So i went down stairs and played the guitar loud.

Yea and senior its the same old question
She said what you wanna do?
I said play my guitar and sing, she said theres no such thing,
She said thers no such thing