Letra de Golfshirt

I'm not the one you dream about and I'm not the one you can't live without I'm not the one you want to see I'm not the one who you want to be seen with But when you're tired of all the jerks, and you're tired of all the work and you're tired of being hurt You will long for the comfort of my golfshirt I'm not the one who was an old time punk rocker I was listening to Rush and trying to feather my hair back when all that stuff went down I'm not the one who was in a high school hardcore band I sat in my room, scoring with Ms. Pac-Man But when you're tired of all the jerks, and you're tired of all the work and you're tired of being hurt You will long for the comfort of my golfshirt Yeah! No tats, no piercings No hats, no grung beard baby, yeah No tats, no piercings No hats, no grung beard baby, yeah Yeah, oh yeah