Token in “Here Comes the Neighborhood”

They all have three-bedroom homes, broken trucks on their lawns

And cut-up hot dogs for lunch

It's not my fault my parents succeed so much

There's no one in town I can relate to

I play with autographed baseball bats

While everyone else just plays with sticks and pine cones

Has a boy ever felt so alone?

Well, who needs them, anyway? I won't pretend to be something I'm not

If I can't be poor, I've got to deal with what I've got

If I can't be like them, what I need is more rich kids around

So I'm not the only one, and then I won't be so… down

Please, God, send more rich kids…

To my… town.

I don't fit in anywhere.