well, there's a little boy laying on his mattress with the dogs he's got
he's been laying right there, making brash webpage
that's never-ever seen as something hot
he says, "look around, want me right now" and when they don't see then he says

what about me? it isn't fair - i've done so much, now i want it hailed
want to feel astonishment, but you won't take me for artist

well, there's a livid boy yearning for the town to love his haughty talks
he's been hating gay errs, hate is quite obscene
he needs to give it loud, gays getting mocked
and he wants to drown-out lies they shout
he loves his haughty webazine

what about me? it isn't fair - i've done so much, now i want it hailed
want to feel astonishment, but you won't take me for artist
...for an artist...

take a look at some really famous people
cher writes not much of her own words, that's how some big people sing
so listen, i am diff'rent
what about me?

and how i've barely gotten older from the world i've known
i've not been changed, my noggin's a teen's and i dream to roll like bill joel
my head is lucky, survived a lot, but sometimes i think i'd soar with no scars

head injuries, it isn't fair - my talent's much like "the boss" or cher's
want to be out rockin' it, but you won't take me for artist
what about me, what about me, what about me?