Whistle Like Jim

mary, you got some sun today
 and on my handlebars
 you look great
 i really mean it
 'cause no one's got moves like dad
 and grace like dad
 through all the panic
 will you just sing of me?
 cause mary when you sing,
 you sound like a southern girl
 in sunday dress
 i want to kiss you
 i need to calm down
 i want to be a good american boy
 sin follows me and all my friends
 i need to concentrate
 get my hands on some ritalin
 and plan my days
 constructive and legitimate
 go-oh-o only places i feel comfortable
 my grandpa fought in world war two
 and here i am,
 afraid to leave my room
 i've seen your sad family
 and my sad family
 and all of the faces between
 i promised myself long ago,
 i'd never try that;
 not cut out to be a good american boy
 but sin follows me where ever i go
 larry grandpa
 i'm gonna need ya
 to get me through this maze
 with the heart of
 california
 and the second grade
 i'm guessing i should waste some time
 enjoy the sunshine
 so many reasons
 i shouldn't complain
 but i could never put words
 to the way i'm feeling
 milk and cookies will help me escape
 now that's what i'll do