I won't change, I don't want to be like you   Why would I want to be like you?   The cutouts shout their insults as I'm walking down the hall,   Turn around and tell them to 'go back to the shopping mall'   I won't change I won't change,   I want to be strange   Why would I want to be like you?   Your comments and oppinions don't mean anything to me   I like the way I do things, so don't try to change me