(singing) Why can't I be like all the other kids, they all have three bedroom homes, and broken trucks on their lawns, and cut up hotdogs for lunch. It's not my fault my parents succeed so much. There's no one in town I can relate to, I play with autographed baseball bats while everyone else just plays with sticks and pinecones. Has a boy ever felt so alone. Well who needs them anyway, I won't pretend I'm something I'm not. If I can't be poor, I've got to deal with what i've got. If I can't be like them, what I need is more rich kids around, so I'm not the only one and then I won't be so down. Please God... send more rich kids... to my town.