Lyrics:

Music was my hobby, something that I did for fun
Now that it's become a job, the damage has been done
No amount of money can repair my broken lungs
And who cares what you makin' if you're makin' it alone
Sick all the time, I miss my wife, I quit
Got better things to do with my life, I quit
I quit, I quit

So go ahead and say it, tell me I'm getting old
Tell me I'm a sellout, but it's you that's being sold
See, I refuse to think of rock and roll as my career
Tell me all my opportunities, ask me if I care
The rock star lifestyle ain't for me, I quit
Got somewhere else I'd rather be, so I quit
I quit, I quit
I quit, I quit
Quit!

So go ahead and say it, call me a fuckin' wimp
Just 'cause I've got a different kind of life that I wanna live
You can criticize my ideals and my priorities
But ultimately I don't give a flying fuck what you think of me
See I don't believe in that macho shit, I quit
I know there's no way you can understand it, I quit
Sick all the time, I miss my wife, I quit
Got better things to do with my life, I quit
I quit, I quit
What do you think, I wanted to be Mick Jagger or something?
You know, playing the pixie at 50 or 60
Gimme a break!
I mean, I don't wanna grow up and all that kind of stuff
But you know what?
The time has come for me to say, 'I quit!'
I quit