My room's a mess but I don't care I'm tired of sitting at my desk You can't tell me what to do You can't make me think I love you Shoot it in your arm, you can't hurt me I'm on my way to Catalina And I'm not going to read your books And you whores, you can't make me want 'cause I got all the rest I need And you can't take my heart when I'm here 'Cause it's a long swim home For your suit little arms I'll steal some gas, fix my motor And get you out of my head Ah yes, here I am, far away from everyone And the only fish I smell Is on the back of my boat I want to go but my motor's broken There's no scotch tape, I'm out of gas, So it looks like I'm stuck here I'll steal some gas, fix my motor And get you out of my head