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I am
I am
I'm uneducated, my clothes outdated
I don't stand politically correct
I still hate small talk, big fast cars and hot rods
And I still like talkin' about sex
I should be expressing all my inner repression
I guess depression's now a cultural thing
My record company says it's blown my brains out my head
I make the cover of every magazine
Step inside my nightmare, welcome to my trip
I cannot pretend and I will not defend
Why this good ol' boy's so tragically hip
I still like bad girls, who rock me hard in my world
It's monkey see to monkey do when I'm in your world
I got a wet water bed, I like trippin' to the dead
Keep a poster of KISS on my wall
I still curse and smoke and drink and toke
Like makin' love in the back of my car
Step inside my nightmare, welcome to my trip
I cannot pretend and I will not defend
Why this good ol' boy's so tragically hip
I like that old-mole, mind-blowin', youth-bringin', eye-rollin'
Them sweet strange talkin', mind stoppin'
, Ass swingin', street walkin', blue necks
Step inside my nightmare, welcome to my trip
I cannot pretend and I will not defend
Why this good ol' boy's so tragically hip
