You think that i'm not cool Hard to deny... what's wrong with me A softer side To compromise It's all i have for my teenage mind It's not the first time that i found All my friends just put me down I had to, force them' to understand That i'm not as, dumb as they think i am Now they're still making fun of me Miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago And sonny crocket was the, man that i hoped i would be I bought the shades and bought the clothes And wore pink pastel colors so I could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me They always seem... when they're around To make it, "a" point, to put me down Without a trace, another case, Of retro 80's so called friends of mine I am, a burned out loser and I can, pretend, all the pressures that are Going through my mind, i'm still captain geek divine Now once again, i've been, The subject of my own joke played on me I cannot lie, i grew a mullet to comply With all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie And i would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen As a member of the in crowd, don't feel sorry for me