Hey kids, do you wanna do what I do?
I got sick, got kicked outta high school
I guess then, I kinda got arrested
With a car and a chase and a drug test
But these days, they don’t wanna be near that
'Cause if it's selling records they don't wanna hear that
Clean cut, we do it like Disney
Well adjusted, trusted, trust me
Party anthems get them dancin'
Well I’m the king of second chancin’
Airbrush, shiny, notoriety
They disappeared into the back to go and get high-ity
Hey, ho
Where did all the good go?
Baby this is where you’re dead wrong
Alright
Hey, ho
Here’s to all the zeroes
And every misfit
And all my down and outs
You don’t sing, you got a young look so
It’s nothing autotune can’t fix though
MTV don’t play videos
And no guitar is allowed on the radio
These days, I kinda just pretend so
I guess I don’t mind, it depends though
I get stuck to every innuendo
But it doesn’t seem to matter in the end so
They say where’s the next hit baby?
God, how could I top ‘Call Me Maybe’?
Well I’m delirious, she’s bi-curious
Let’s disappear into the back to go and get serious
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