Indie boys are neurotic Makes my eyes bleed Tight black pants, exotic Some loving is what I need Hey I'm startin' to feel okay Lucky number nine, hooray Sepia on the staircase Mirror in the back of my brain Makes these hard pants feel great I used to like to complain But, hey I'm startin' to feel okay Lucky number nine, hooray Bloody Mary, mother of God Grandpa's on the hobby horse again Tamping, broken pants chaffing I'm running out of ethnic friends But, hey I'm startin' to feel okay Lucky number nine, hooray