I'm twenty four, I don't own a tie I don't have a job and I love to get high My hairline's receding, I'm getting a gut I love to jerk off and I love to read smut I can't run a mile I'm not Calvin Klein, but I gots my own style I smoke a pack a day, on a good day its two But with all my faults I'm still cooler than you
I can't drive a stick, I don't really surf My parents disowned me cuz I'm a real jerk I don't really cook and I don't wash my car I can't program the timer on my VCR I hate doing laundry, can't stand washing a plate I haven't seen a girl naked since 1988 I know this sounds wrong but believe me its true With all this against me I'm still cooler than you
Now you must realize I don't mean what I say But lying to myself helps me get through the day We are the same, we are Abbott and Lou You are as I and I as you