The Dutch

I'm the man who calls
When the band starts to play
The volume's always too loud
And I'm too old to not care

I live with my cat alone
In this world where I'm the king
And the couch is my throne
My phone is an atom bomb

So they used to call me the Dutch
I know their moves, I bust your balls
I can't hear the sound of my unhappy head
Spinning around from the kitchen to the bed

I see the same street
All the day
The sofa has the form of my butt
To my youth there's no back way

Still stuck on tv
Anyway
So the band still practice on
Their crappy song and naughty riff

So they used to call me the Dutch
I know their moves, I bust your balls
I can't hear the sound of my unhappy head
Spinning around from the kitchen to the bed

Oh oh, oh

So they used to call me the Dutch
I know their moves, I bust your balls
I can't hear the sound of my unhappy head
Spinning around from the kitchen to the bed

So they used to call me the Dutch
I know their moves, I bust your balls
I can't hear the sound of my unhappy head
Spinning around from the kitchen to the bed