You think that I'm not cool
Hard to deny... What's wrong with me
A softer side
To compromise
It's all I have for my teenage mind
It's not the first time that I found
All my friends just put me down
I had to, force them' to understand
That I'm not as, dumb as they think I am
Now they're still making fun of me
Miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago
And sonny crocket was the, man that I hoped I would be
I bought the shades and bought the clothes
And wore pink pastel colors so
I could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me
They always seem... When they're around
To make it, "a" point, to put me down
Without a trace, another case, of retro 80's so called friends of mine
I am, a burned out loser and
I can, pretend, all the pressures that are
Going through my mind, I'm still captain geek divine
Now once again, I've been, the subject of my own joke played on me
I cannot lie, I grew a mullet to comply
With all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie
And I would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen
As a member of the in crowd, don't feel sorry for me
