My name is not famous
Never been in lights
I have printed on the cover
But they still can't get it right
I write out
Don't overcrowd
The letters as I do
And I wish I knew
What they're getting wrong
And just where they get confused
Oooh

I've written cursive
And printed clearly
And gotten cramps in my hand
Colored sand
Macaroni brand
I've used matchsticks
Glued by hand
And I drew silly faces
Covered all bases
They still can't see it clearly
I thought they'd get it right
But I still get called Timmy

Here lately gone crazy
Made it out of clay
Strung up colored beads
Used braille too
But they still get led astray
Can't be me
That much I see
Been dotting all my i's
Can't find where's the mark
Keeps 'em in the dark
Though I've tried a million tries

No small hidden crease
But they still won't cease
Reading it other than they ought
I drew phonetics
And quoted medics
And they still get it, NOT!
I made a mess of things
Wrote in silly string
Wrote in jello
Quite legibly
I thought they'd get it right
But I still get called Timmy

[spoken]
Hey, you know what vision tests are?
For your eyes
A standard test your doctor administers
That can be used to help you to see
And you know what youth is?
When that simple nickname you're using
Might have been met with pride and not warning
So when are you going to get my first name right?
It's rude to snub

Sometimes I give up trying
The crowd has spoken
The problem just lies too deep
But I can't live that white lie
And though I try
I just cannot help but weep
I spent my life abhoring
With constant warring
To get what name is due me
And lately I've given stern advice
But I still get called Timmy

I've even been polite
Still get called Timmy

I've sent them hate mail
And macrame nails
Proved I'm no longer a teen

I mailed them overnight
Still get called Timmy

Can't be coy
I am not a boy
Been an adult most of my life

I claimed I have a right
Still get called Timmy