"Hey Pete" she said "it's not too late
  I still think that you're just great
  You need to wait in the right place
  Where you'll meet a girl with good taste"
  "Aw, ma don't you think I tried?
  I think there's something wrong inside
  I have no problem making friends
  But that's where the story ends"
  I have no problem hanging out
  Then I see a glimpse of doubt
  And I don't understand
  What makes them not like me?
  I'm just trying to be myself
  But it's so far from everyone else
  And I don't understand what makes them not like me
    "Hey Pete I see from what you said
  That the problem's all in your head
  And if you want to make a change
  You must let go of being strange."
  "Yeah mom the problem's in my brain
  Sometimes I really think I'm insane
  It goes much deeper than the beard
  Deep down inside me I'm just weird
    I have no problem hanging out...
  Maybe I'm just weird
    "You're not weird Pete you're just fine
  And I'm proud to say you're mine
  Regardless of the strange things you've done
  I'm so glad that you're my son
  I really think from what you said
  That the problem's all in your head
  And if you want to make a change
  You must let go of being strange"