Golfshirt

I'm not the one you dream about And I'm not the one who you can't live without I'm not the one who you wanna see I'm not the one who you want to be seen with And when you're tired of all the jerks And you're tired of all the work And you're tired of being hurt You will long for the comfort of my golfshirt I'm not the one who was an old time punk rocker I was listening to Rush and trying to feather my hair back When all that stuff went down I'm not the one who's in a high school hardcore band I sat in my room scoring with Ms. Pac-Man And when you're tired of all the jerks And you're tired of all the work And you're tired of being hurt You will long for the comfort of my golfshirt, yeah No tats, no piercings, no hats No grunge beard baby, yeah No tats, no piercings and no hats No grunge beard baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah No tats, no piercings, no hats No grunge beard baby, yeah No tats, no piercings and no hats No grunge beard baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah