911

I'm feeling kinda stressed

To be all that I can be

So let me tell you a little story about what happened on a better

Grumpy little phillies who was filling out their sweater

I was only working to get a little fun
But how'd I end up with the job of 911?
The telephone rings, it's an emergency
My mother turns on the lights and oh, no, not emergency!
She's here again to tell me that I can't get in love
Why she calls me, not 911?
Just another idiot crying on the phone
When I finally answer, I tell her I'm at home
No matter how she chases me and tells me to run
I won't come to her rescue, not 911

Too much pressure
Not what I bargained for
Life and leisure
It's right behind the door
Buried treasure
Playing in the sun
And I can't help her
Not 911

I'm feeling kinda stressed
Too much pressure on me

Not 911
Not 911
Not 911
Not 911
Not 911!