Verse 1



Walkin' down the halls in your Tommy Hilfiger

And your pants hung below your ass

Major Damage, FUBU and Exhaust, ain't it a blast

Tryin' to be all that

Dolce and Cabana, Polo Sport and Calvin Klein

Get your ass out of the way those eight hundred dollar

Pair of jeans are mine



Chorus



Why do you have to succumb to what everybody

Thinks is cool

You don't have to be the most popular boy or girl

In your school

Why do you have to try and impress

Everybody else

You know you lived their life

Now you've gotta live it for yourself

Live life for yourself



Verse2



You got your Nirvana patch on your back-pack

And you're feeling fine

Your Marilyn Manson t-shirt and your Courtney Love make-up

Is so ugly is should be a crime

Your claim to fame is your forty inch chain

And your scruffy dirty blond mane

Ain't it a shame that no-one knows your name

Like your idol Kurt Cobain



Chorus



Verse 3



You make fun of the guy who wears the clothes

That were popular back in ‘73

Instead of the Gap he shops at the thrift store

Known as the Salvation Army

He can take their teasing yeah, takes it all in stride

At least he knows when he dies he won't be remembered

As the band wagon trendy guy



Chorus