From the recording Dazzlingly Uncool
The anthem for Gen X'ers, who have traded in strict attention to the fashions of the day for attention to the flawless delivery of Dad-jokes.
Lyrics
You’re starting to get old again,
Looking onward toward tomorrow just like it was yesterday.
Not about to lose control again,
With a boulder on your shoulder, used to be a head of clay… There you go.
You’re sorta out of order its true,
On a wooden nickel built for two,
Peddled til you’re black and blue,
Tryin’ to make a dollar or two,
It’s funny what money can do,
With the wisdom that you accrue,
You know, you ain’t nobody’s fool,
But you’re dazzlingly uncool.
Hey, you’re on the ride, you’ve hit your stride,
You hold up a thousand plates, and you pull on a million strings,
Now you’re rolling down the other side,
You can run a VCR, but ain’t sure what a hashtag means… there you go.
Time rolls on, another year, a new year,
but the same year evermore,
Putting on another coat of silver icing on the top,
you’ve seen it all before,
you’ve seen it all.
With the wrong pair of jeans, and an 80’s brain,
Standing perfectly still on a moving train,
While the world around you just goes insane,
They say you can never go home again,
If you could go back knowing what you know now,
You know you’d still be as awkward, again, somehow,
But without the excuse that you’re just a kid in school,
You’re dazzlingly uncool.
You try not to get old again,
Hey, you’re tuned into the same things everyone is looking to.
Hypnotized, our eyes are synchronized,
Its like looking through a prism,
each one with a different view… there you go.
Time rolls on, another year, a new year,
but the same year evermore,
Putting on another coat of silver icing on the top,
you’ve seen it all before,
you’ve seen it all.
Dazzlingly uncool.
You're dazzlingly uncool.
Time rolls on, another year, a new year,
but the same year evermore,
Putting on another coat of silver icing on the top,
you’ve seen it all before,
you’ve seen it all.
Time rolls on, another year, a new year,
but the same year evermore,
Putting on another coat of silver icing on the top,
you’ve seen it all before,
you’ve seen it all.
With the wrong pair of jeans, and an 80’s brain,
Standing perfectly still on a moving train,
While the world around you just goes insane,
They say you can never go home again,
If you could go back knowing what you know now,
You know you’d still be as awkward, again, somehow,
But without the excuse that you’re just a kid in school,
You’re dazzlingly uncool.