I'm not the one you dream aboutand
I'm not the one you can't live with out
I'm not the one you want to see
I'm not the one you want to be seen with
But 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 golf shirt
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 was in a highschool hardcore band
I I sat in my room, scoring with Ms Pac-Man
But 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 golf shirt
Yeah!
No tats, no piercing
No hats, no grunge beard baby, yeah
No tats, no piercings
No hats, no grunge beard baby, yeah