I feel at home on the sidelines
 Turned my wreckage to tunes long ago
 And in my old age, I know I have means
 To be the girls second tamborinist
 Stop kicking them up
 Even in the dreams
 Couldn't play them things right
 Even in my dreams
 No, it was no passing phase
 No, I'm no good at nothing
 Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
 Baby, I'm no good at nothing
 Mom got tired of tearing to pieces
 'Good job' signs 'fore I'd come home to see 'em
 Construction paper couldn't construct
 And my magic markers just weren't magic enough
 Use my charm and my honey to shake off my stuff
 And I learned the last notes making edges unrough
 Can't do nothing for a lemon who's begged for a squeeze
 But my spoonfuls of sugar will make you weak in the knees
 I couldn't get nothing out before giving up
 But I got that deer in headlights look locked up
 No, it was no passing phase
 No, I'm no good at nothing
 Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
 Baby, I'm no good at nothing
 No, it was no passing phase
 No, I'm no good at nothing
 Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
 Baby, I'm no good at nothing

 No, it was no passing phase
 No, I'm no good at nothing
 Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
 Baby, I'm no good at nothing