Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels The pure breeds and the mutts. Digging, scratching, sniffing, and fetching We’ve all had a giant. Someone who stood tall. Whose shoulders we stand upon to see They’re not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. So what are you supposed to do? Don’t go to LA, don’t go to New York, don’t go to Tokyo. And please don’t “do” Paris God knows you’ll be tempted. Don’t do the right thing. Do the brave thing The thing that troubles your sleep. Chase it down. Live in Malibu, live in the East Village, live in Shinagawa. Feel at home anywhere. It’s up to you. You and what’s inside you Make your bed, cook, you know, the stuff you normally do. But good enough is not enough. Your moisture-wicking fabric isn’t enough. Your zero-weight shoes aren’t enough. Nothing you put on is. It looks fantastic on the charts. But impossible isn’t a fact. It’s an opinion And all great ideas have to beware of the nincompoop forest, so fight your way to the other side. Push the human race forward. In this game of life, keep playing no matter what. Rumble, young girl, rumble. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.