Lyrics

Gonna clean my room gonna make it real nice
And pick up the pieces of my life
Put em in the trash so they’ll take em away
No, they’re not gonna bother me one more day

Gonna have this mole taken off of my arm
I used to call it my good luck charm
Then I read something that scared me
Guess you don’t want em getting bigger, you see

My room, that’s where I think about
These things, that I fret about, and I dream about
All these things in my room, in my room, my room

I’m gonna paint this house the color of love
You know the one, kinda purplish-mauve
The neighbors will be glad, I’ll be glad too
Cause a fresh coat of pain is long overdue

I’m gonna have my way with an ice cream float
That Fair Oaks Pharmacy floats my boat
Well they got a soda jerk, that jerk don’t fight
And whatever your troubles, he’ll make you feel alright

My room, that’s where I think about
These things, that I fret about, and I dream about
All these things in my room, in my room, my room

Gotta get away, gotta get away, God I gotta get up
Can’t go I got too much to do, to much to do
Oh, gotta get away, gotta get away, God I gotta get up
I can’t go, got too much to do, to much to do

Cause the fridge is broke and the Chevy is dead
Got a possum in the attic and a dog in the bed
Gonna hide in my room and write me a song
Just bury my face til my troubles are gone

In my room, that’s where I think about
These things, nearly all alone, except for my dog
And my kids, and my wife, and my phone
In my room