So the story goes…
I′ve been known to put on shows
But they’re sort of average
Yeah they′re sort of average
So what keeps you up at night?
I’ve been known to pick a fight
But I’m sort of average
Yeah I′m sort of average
But you say that turns you on
So what′s with your stupid hair?
When did you begin to care about your image?
Because I know that you’ve said it before
That you don′t care about my band anymore
That’s no fair to keep pretending
Hoping we′ll abandon
Knowing that I love it but you can’t stand it
So shake what your mother gave ya
And take to a retro beat
Because clearly I won′t behave but
They’ll give you what you need
You see, I find it all disturbing
You’re willing to wait in line
But truly who′s more deserving
Of you and your spare time?
Well, I′m fine
Loser band
Secondhand
Lucky Strike
Just your type!
So fake what you want
And get what you’re after
I′ll be your pawn
Your favorite disaster
My lips are sewn and thrifted – your threads know
Oh, you’re so retro!
So shake what your mother gave ya
And take to a retro beat
Because clearly I won′t behave but
They’ll give you what you need
You see, I find it all disturbing
You′re willing to wait in line
But truly who’s more deserving
Of you and your spare time?
Well, I’ll be fine!
I′ll be fine
Yeah, I′ll be…
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