watch scooby doo to hold on to your past   But it won't help   Can't you realize your getting old      Your friends take you to a rave   Or to some show   But you just walk around and look down   As your ears begin to sweel      And they tell me that I'm not as fun as before   But I'm happier like this   You don't have to take me out   I don't want to go   I don't want to go to New York   It makes me want to die      Play indie pop to show that your still hip   But you get bored   So you get up and you switch to jazz      Play punk rock to show that your still hard   But your lips are far too tender   And it hurts when you lie down      And I'll probably never dance with you again   But I'm happier like this   You don't have to take me out    I don't want to go   I don't want to go to New York   It makes me want to die