Go on boy run your-own-show!
Says that old voice in my head.
You don’t need anybody but yourself!
Why don’t ya take that fruit from the tree of life ,
And bake a hot apple-pie?
And serve it out give everybody a big slice!
Serve it out!

And I don’t wannabe
Just a pawn in your game
And like a bird in a cage
I don’t wannabe
Like a house on the sand before the waves

You’re no good boy
You’re just the sum, of all your mistakes!
So pack your bags I’m taking you on a guilt trip
Through the valley of shame

I don’t wannabe
Like a flickering flame
On Jim Morrison’s grave
I don’t wannabe
Like a blinding mist before the day

I don’t wannabe (yeah)
Just a constant victim in a therapy chair
I don’t wannabe (yeah)
Like a broken record singing nobody cares
Yeah do you care?

So I’m starting again
And I’m back with old friends
Who’ve seen the good and the bad
From beginning to end
And I’m feeling the love
I’m receiving the grace
And I love to see old hairy legs just put in his place

Guitar solo
Come on now!

I don’t wannabe
A perpetual child who’s only happy onstage
I don’t wannabe
In a never ending masquerade

Cos I wannabe
Free as a bird
And I wanna be like a house on the rock
And I wanna be virus free
Just like a Macintosh© yeah

I don't wannabe
I don't wannabe

© Grant Norsworthy/Paul Colman Team Tasman Music / ASCAP (Administered by Fun Attic Music, Nashville, TN), Paul Colman Publishing / ASCAP (Administered by The Copyright Company, Nashville, TN)

Behind the Song:
Written backstage somewhere on tour in the USA (2002), Grant’s home studio, Nashville, TN (2004) and at The Niche Lounge, Franklin TN, Jan (2011)