Текст песни Wild Imagination - Rare Americans

Kindergarten teacher told my mom, "Your son's slow"
Lead balloon with Patricia
Ya mom told her where to go, yo
When I was a kid, I'd visualize dope
Places in the world that I'm gonna go
What it would be like, I thought a lot about dough
So I peddled bikes to start makin' some, you know
In junior high school, wrote a story 'bout a crime
A murder in New York, lived in Winnipeg at the time

I let my mind take me on a ride
I don't hold on, I don't drive
I just ride

You got a wild imagination
Got a wild imagination
Got a wild, wild, wild imagination

What is, is
What ain't, ain't
And so what?
And so what?

Long before I dropped out of college
Had a full on addiction to knowledge
Heard Nirvana, tried marijuana
I said yes when someone said, "You wanna?"
Enjoyed both very much, with one I stay in touch
Man, I like the feeling when my brain is in a rush
Why'd I always talk back, attitude and sass
Jackass wisecracks in every damn class
I flunked math, got kicked out of chemistry
Only told me what a blemish this would be
I appear to have turned out fine
You just strengthened my spine

I let my mind take me on a ride
I don't hold on, I don't drive
I just ride

You got a wild imagination
Got a wild imagination
Got a wild, wild, wild imagination

I ask myself a question
One I've asked before
"What the hell are you waiting for?"

I let my mind take me on a ride
I don't hold on, I don't drive
I just ride

You got a wild imagination
Got a wild imagination
Got a wild, wild, wild imagination