Hotdogs and apple pie

Down the street at Big Ernie's garage

My old man is fixing cars

In front of the TV then at night

I tell him things at school ain't right

 

"The problem, boy, 's your attitude"

He's staring at his wrench

"It's, like, you need some different lube

And then your engine hums again!"

 

You don't understand

I never wanna be like you

To you I'm just some pick-up truck

I wish that you would just shut up

I wanna get away from here

 

My brother works from 9 - 4

At Mr. Peter's hardware store

Just waiting for the day to end

To hang out with his loser friends

 

I went to him the other day

I told him: "I can't talk to Pop."

He told me: "It'll be ok

You gotta keep cool just like this Bud!"

 

You don't understand

I never wanna be like you

To you I'm just a can of beer

I sure expected more from you

I gotta get away from here

 

Day in and day out as years go by

Mom is baking apple pie

Her only purpose seems to be

To serve my dad like he was three

 

When I tell her I'm on a low

She calls out of the kitchen odour

"There's something missing in your dough

Try find your personal baking soda!"

 

You don't understand

I never wanna be like you

To you I'm just like apple pie

My real emotions pass you by

I wanna get away from here

 

Wanna, gotta, gonna

Wanna, gotta, gonna

Wanna, gotta, gonna