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