I hate them.
I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. 
Okay, I cut my brother's hair...
Short...
Very...
For that they throw me into solitary...
With nothing up here but my private ster-e-o media center
To keep me distracted. 
Well, I think they over-reacted.
Where is justice? 
Where is fair play ? 
Where is my suitcase? 
I'm running away tonight.

Dear parents, I won't see you anymore. 
I tried for ten years but you wrecked it. 
Just leave my allowance outside the door. 
And four times a year I'll come by 
Late at night to collect it.

Sayonara! 
Good-Bye for Good! 
Don't fee guilty,
Even though you should...