Incubus - Favorite things

I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty,
And I know everything you hate in me.
Fill me up with over-pious badgerings, to throw them up,
Oh, one of my favorite things.

Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things.

Remember all the lessons fed to me?
Me the young sponge, so ready to agree.
Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead,
Now aware that I'm alive and way ahead. Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things.

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.

Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things