Language and insults fall back to the plate
You running without a greater plan of escape
The suits out on the streets
They're marching in pairs
All dapper and toyboy ties and purple flares

And hooks are for wimps, and choruses for gays
So give my my hook, they call out to the stage
Your running like a preachers hand caressing, feeling up, all the cleevage in town

Oh, give me my hook
I know it might sound lame
Do you like my new look
Waistcoats are so today
Give me something special darling
So I can skip around, and flip around, and call it by a name

It's something global, something real sometging music kids might steal
Something different something wow, something trendy at the mall
Something retro something cool, look for all the boys to drool
Give me my hook, give me my hook

Magazines are so over-rated yeah
And then try to tell you, try to sell you
What's new and what's obsolite
An they like their garage friends and yeah, they like those indie gems and yeah
They like whatever cool new trends gonna take those copies off the shelf
Oh, give me my hook
I know it might sound lame
Do you like my new look
Waistcoats are so today
Give me something special darling
So I can skip around, and flip around, and call it by a name

It's something global, something real sometging music kids might steal (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)
Something different something wow, something trendy at the mall (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)
Something retro something cool, look for all the boys to drool (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)
Give me my hook, give me my hook (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)

Were something global, something real sometging music kids might steal (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)
Something different something wow, something trendy at the mall (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)
Something retro something cool, look for all the boys to drool (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)
Give me my hook, give me my hook (Give me my hook, give me my hook...)