I'm just sitting at home with my tiny microphone
Writing songs about the days when we had no other cares
Now that we're old we've got bills to pay
And any day could be our last goodbye
I wish I could just stay at home with my microphone
And sing my silly songs all night
But now we're grown up and I can't sing about throw up anymore
So I will just write songs about you
Yeah I'm not good at instruments or even writing words
But I'll keep on singing my songs to you
Oh I wish I could just stay at home
Sing to you these songs I wrote as you lay on my lap asleep
And now I'll whistle the melody as you fall asleep on me
And we have no other cares