My mom said Mark
Why don't you go outside
You're ghostly white
Can't you give the sun a try
I said no
I'm happy where I am
Got things to do
That prevent me getting tan
Like playing my guitar
Like playing my guitar
My teacher said Mark
Have you thought about careers
There's more to life
Than drinking ice cold beers
I quit my school
Now I'm in a band
Don't have a job
But working on a plan
Like playing my guitar
Like playing my guitar
My girlfriend said Mark
Settle down, let's have some kids
So I did my best
Until we hit the skids
My occupation
Forty years of kicking cans
Things I'd rather do
Than working for the man
Like playing my guitar
Like playing my guitar
I'm playing my guitar
I'm playing my guitar