Every morning I go to my local foodstore
  To buy a bag of sweet sixteen.
  God I love those little doughnuts
  It looks like I'll turn out to be
  A cop even though I dream of
  Playing every sold out show.
  Having dreams and eating sweets
  Won't get you where you want to go.
  I try as hard as hard can be
  I still can't get the stuff I need
  But it's ok- For now it seems
  I'm living life expectancy
  I'd really love a new guitar
  Something bright metallic green.
  Guess I'll wait for it a while
  For now I'll eat my sweet sixteen.
  Well if I am a mindless fool
  I'll die by following the rules
  Now Heaven doesn't want me there
  And Hell must have a load to bear
  Cause they said, "Gee we're all filled up!
  Please take a number wait in line."
  There must be other doughnut eaters
  Hey,perhaps they're friends of mine