I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty
And I know everything you hate in me
You fill me up with over pious badgerings
To throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things

Bad, bad, bad, too bad
About the things that will make you mad
Are my favorite things
My favorite things

Remember all the lessons fed to me?
And me the young sponge, so ready to agree
For years have gone, I recognize the walking dead
Now, aware that I'm alive and way ahead

Bad, bad, bad, too bad
About the things that will make you mad
Are my favorite things, yeah, oh, yeah
And I'm so happy

I see you looking, I know that you're thinking
That I'll never go anywhere
The things that I've done and the things that I've seen
I don't really expect you to care, care

Bad, bad, too bad
About the things that will make you mad
Are my favorite things, yeah, oh, yeah
And I'm so happy

'Cause I'm too bad about the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things
Too bad about the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things