You think that i'm not cool
Hard to deny...what's wrong with me
A softer side
To compromise
It's all i have for my teenage mind
It's not the first time that i found
All my friends just put me down
I had to, force them' to understand
That i'm not as, dumb as they think i am
Now they're still making fun of me

Miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago
And sonny crocket was the, man that i hoped i would be
I bought the shades and bought the clothes
And wore pink pastel colors so
I could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me
They always seem... when they're around
To make it, "a" point, to put me down
Without a trace, another case, of retro 80's so called friends of mine

I am, a burned out loser and
I can, pretend, all the pressures that are
Going through my mind, i'm still captain geek divine
Now once again, i've been, the subject of my own joke played on me

I cannot lie, i grew a mullet to comply
With all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie
And i would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen
As a member of the in crowd, don't feel sorry for me