Wear the head scarf around your neck Roll the ends of your corduroy jeans Tell me all you'll soon forget When the sun comes screaming On the new-born breeze Tease me with your intellect Make fun of my harsh way with words Your look spills music upon the floor Your look spills music upon the floor When you read the peroxide blonde You became this greater thing Oil lamp for the gas man Sang to the hummings of a cheap fan They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know Wear the head scarf around your neck Roll the ends of your corduroy jeans Tell me things nobody knows Tell me things that you aren't proud of I'll tell you things that I'm not proud of When you read the peroxide blonde You became this greater thing Oil lamp for the gas man Sang to the hummings of a cheaper fan They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know Then again, maybe nobody will hear them ring