Goin’ to school
Lookin’ like that
Van Halen II was my soundtrack
’73 164
Fuel Injected Swedish four door
Hung with nerds
stoners and hicks
Impressed with my heavy metal licks
Grew out my hair
It started to curl
Never really worked to get the girl
And I knew way back I had to get away
Feeling like I wasn’t quite like
All those redneck assholes
I wonder where they are today
In a trailer park
On your third wife
Ten kids and another one
Probably on the way
God I don’t envy you now
How did I ever survive
And who turned out more fucked up after all