God in Training

I am a god in training
I’ll have more friends than I can count
It’s kind of dizzying
No time for fornication
But once I quit my paper route
She’ll want my body
I am a god in training
I punch it in, I stick around
I’m waiting on a ring
To be loved in foreign nations
I’ll be mobbed whenever I go out
She’ll want my body
I am a god in training
It’s five alive when I strike out
Hey, Mom, I’m going to sing
Four tracks down in my basement
It’s time to turn this mother out
She’ll want my body