One nine six nine 
Press the tape recorder let's get this all down real fast 
Before the insignificant thought goes by 
There's one more slow song left to write for the record 
Make all the metal heads cry 

Throw rocks but not rocking and stand there just mocking 
With hands in their armpits that they'll later smell 
When you live in the past there's one thing that will last 
It's resentment that time won't sit still 

The record business is fucked it's kinda funny 
It'll separate a boy from a man 
You can buy every copy of your record with your money 
But you'd be your only fan 

If there's one thing my father said when he was younger 
To a kid with a mullet that looked like his son 
To want and to try is the difference why 
Some people will walk and some run . . .thank you dad 

Sharpen up all your pencils cause class will come early 
There's so much you thought that you knew 
While the b list celebrities all pay for the fame 
They'll soak up what's left of the pool 

While a kid in the corner becomes a savant 
No one will care til he's dead 
Or he falls from his grace with it all over the place 
And a piece of it stuck in his head