Bet You Think You're Cool
I bet you think you're hip like that
I bet you still worship Kerouac
And just like him,
I tend to think you're overrated
I'm sure you write a great folk song
I bet you love a-runnin' on and on
Like you're some
Kind of Van Zandt Second Coming
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you run this town
Love that all your lackeys hang around
The King of Clubs,
Always holding back your aces
I bet you like to walk real tall
Wearing your plaid and overalls
When in fact,
You've never seen a horse or stable
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
But I can see right through
Every pick and strum you play
And all of your self-doubt
Bleeds right through the words you say
I bet you think you're some outlaw
Donning a ten gallon faux pas
How unique,
You even ride a motorcycle
I bet you like to act real shy
Leaving your women high and dry
Skipping town,
Without a sound in the night
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you still worship Kerouac
And just like him,
I tend to think you're overrated
I'm sure you write a great folk song
I bet you love a-runnin' on and on
Like you're some
Kind of Van Zandt Second Coming
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you run this town
Love that all your lackeys hang around
The King of Clubs,
Always holding back your aces
I bet you like to walk real tall
Wearing your plaid and overalls
When in fact,
You've never seen a horse or stable
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
But I can see right through
Every pick and strum you play
And all of your self-doubt
Bleeds right through the words you say
I bet you think you're some outlaw
Donning a ten gallon faux pas
How unique,
You even ride a motorcycle
I bet you like to act real shy
Leaving your women high and dry
Skipping town,
Without a sound in the night
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
I bet you think you're cool
Credits
Writer(s): Claudia Miles, Molly Hanmer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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