All the birds roll their eyes at me As I walk as a peasant down the street As I pass avenues and trendy bars There's a bumpy sound and the bouncer looks dumb And the people inside look just like Kirsten Dunst and Tom Don't talk to us, we're so pretty And you, you look like Tom Petty I am trying to be mad as hell But I end up getting drunk instead In an Indian restaurant in my part of town Where the Clientele's Young with fake ID's But the owner acts as if he has no idea And as they put your name on the guestlist My heart is shread like confetti Take those silly shoes off Go back to summer camp And don't ever come back here You look like you live in a tent Take those silly shoes off Go back to summer camp And don't ever come back here You look like you live in a tent I am wasted, yes, I'm drunk as hell The people look like cavalries Hundred marching home from battlefields To the Colosseum, the home of the dream The Seven Eleven We are open until you feel the pain Oh taxi maybe, oh baby Yea', I guess I'm feeling a bit crazy Take those silly shoes off Go back to summer camp And don't ever come back here You look like you live in a tent Hey you, on the nightbus What's the size of your fries? I guess it's the only thing we have in common tonight Hey you, on the nightbus What's the size of your fries? I guess it's the only thing we have in common tonight