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