Mom I must confess I am a mess I don’t fit squarely in the picture Mom I must confess I am a mess In society’s eyes my name is mud And that’s a long way from what you expected Yes, it’s a long way, but I feel fine I feel fine Mom I must confess I am a mess I don’t have what you call ambition Mom I must confess I am a mess I’m not on your standard mission And that’s a long way from what you expected Yes it’s a long way but I feel fine I feel fine Mom I must confess I am a mess I am content to go which ever way the wind blows Mom I must confess I am a mess I wore a dress and went out to a redneck bar in Colorado And that’s a long way from what you expected Yes, it’s a long way, and it feels good good good it feels good good good it feels good good good it feels good good good like the way it all should good good it feels good good good it feels good good good it feels good like the way it all should