I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all!
The terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles!
Sure, I might offend a few of the blue-noses with my cocky stride and musty odors -- oh,
I'll never be the darling of the so-called "City Fathers" who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards,
and talk about "What's to be done with this Homer Simpson?"