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're open until you feel the pain
Oh taxi maybe oh baby!
Yes, 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