I don’t want a thick juicy steak
I don’t have a cell phone
I don’t have a palm pilot
I don’t have any remote controllers
I don’t want to watch football
I don’t want to play basketball
I don’t want to race cars
I don’t chase women just to get in their pants
I am the all-American alien boy
I want a loving, caring relationship
I catch fish to eat
I commune with nature
I listen to the music of Jimi Hendrix and the Grateful Dead
I have been known to grow a little herb
I lay me down between the starry skies