I wanna be my own old man, deciding for myself where I go and who I am. I’ll clear my own throat when I tiptoe in late. I’ll only blame myself if there’s nothing on my plate. I wanna be my own old man.
I wanna be my own principal, getting called down to my office when I’m difficult. Wouldn’t say nothing but I’d talk pretty slick. I’d let me go just like a sucker with a slap on the wrist. I wanna be my own principal.
Ask myself permission if I’m doing something nuts, hoping that I’ll listen when I say I’ve had enough. I’ll wonder if I’m tougher if I’ll get a better shot, or if I need some understanding that I never really got.
I wanna be my own deity. All I’d have to do is just believe in me. Send myself an angel when I’m straying from the light, send myself a prayer that everything’ll be all right. I wanna be my own deity.