You used to play grown-up in
Your mother's old dress
Now you sit and wonder how your
Life became a mess
And some day you'll get used to it
Poor little dreamer with a naughty force of will
You misbehave, son, better getcha on that pill
And some day you'll get used to it
Just wait
It's fun to pretend
Then again, what a drag getting old
Pour out your memories from a bottle of gin
Wake in the morning feelin' miserable again
And some day you'll get used to it
Just wait. You'll get used to it