I think this place is swell,
There's much familiar here.
I get my laundry done
And I get home-cooked meals.
And when I'm feeling tired,
I can turn off all the lights,
Ignore the knocking on the door,
Pretend I'm not alive.

But, Daddy, it's Saturday,
And I don't want to go outside
And mow the grass today.
So, would you love me just as much
If I was just your stupid kid
So, would you love me just as much
If I was just your stupid kid

They tell me that I'm bright
Sometimes I think they'e right
But I guess I'll never know
'Cause I won't go outside
Some days it's just so hot
And others it's so cold
Too much exposure to the sun
Would just make me look old

Well, isn't this Saturday?
It sure feels like Saturday.
So, wake me Saturday.
Daddy, it's Saturday.

And my mind wanders off
To things I've never seen,
Are these walls higher than the cost of opportunity?
I'm too big for my bed,
And I've outgrown my shoes.
But my fear of leaving
Is the one thing I just can't lose.