Straight Outta Junior High Meatheads Douchebags And Me
There’s Haywood Jablome
And his buddy Richard Head
They don’t even know me
But they wish that I was dead
You think you want to take me
There’s only 18 of you
I’ll just sit and drink my beer
Not much else that I can do
I Don’t know why I come here
Same every week
Meatheads and Douchbags
And then there’s me
I think that I’m addicted
To these dollar drinks
Must be something in them
Makes it so I cannot leave
Surrounded by muscles
And Tommy Hilfiger
Now I’m getting restless
Get me out of here
I waste the whole god damn night
Making fun of assholes
Hitting on my girlfriend
Makes me start to pretend
That I have something else to do
Or somewhere else to go
Unfortunately
I don’t