All the people I know try to run my life
Everybody’s giving me their advice
They wanna tell me what I’m doing wrong
They wanna sing for me their ol’ sad songs
An’ I appreciate the thought, but not so fast
Thanks a lot for your concern, but I think I’ll pass

Sometimes, I feel like a target, like I’m prey, of sorts
Why do people wanna get into my shorts
I thought by now I’d have paid my dues
I’m like a stowaway on a ship of fools
I appreciate the thought, but not so fast
Thanks a lot for your concern, but I think I’ll pass

People think that I don’t have a clue
My life’s such a hot mess, “well, pardon you”
I do, what I do, because I do

I don’t mind being analyzed
Helped along, or even criticized
But y’know friendships can get fairly well mistreated
And your guidance isn’t really needed
An’ I absolutely thank you for your concern, however, since you asked
I appreciate the thought, but I think I’ll pass

People seem to think that I don’t have a clue
My life’s such a hot mess, “well, pardon, you”
I do, what I do, because I do

An’ anybody can tell that I don’t have a clue
My life’s such a hot mess, that may be true
But I do, what I do, because I do

(And I’ll do what I do because I do)