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