How can I sing my life so it all makes sense to someone like you
How can I spin my story without feeling sorry to someone like you
Mike Viola, cherry cola, singing for the band
Pulled up to Scotch N' Sounds, there was fresh snow on the ground
Our sneakers got wet
Kim lugged a huge cam-corder to capture our performance on fresh VHS
When we saw ourselves on TV, I didn't look a thing like me
Bill Viola, cherry cola, singing for the band
How can I find myself when I'm always someone else
That I don't understand
Over the old Green Monster
My eyes were like saucers, big in Japan
Frank Viola, cherry cola, swinging for the fence
Swinging for the fence
How can I sing my life so it all makes sense to someone like you
