Classic

He dresses like Prince and he writes like Bowie
Plays like Hendrix, sings like Wonder
He dances like Jagger as if he ain't ever going
Six feet under

He was raised a Starchild
A rock n roll brat
With a head that was dead
No diamonds on the soles of his shoes
He prefers Spanish leather instead

There ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing wrong
With a classic
With a classic
The trends come and fade
So somebody else can make
Some paper or plastic

That's why my mama always said
Ain't nothing wrong with a classic
With a classic
And baby that's what he is
He'll be looking good
No matter what decade we're in

The glory days will turn into astral weeks
And he'll still be looking like a young James Dean
Yeah that waterloo sunset is something i'll see
Just as long as that timeless soul is falling free

He might've been born in the crossfire hurricane
That's probably why he prefers a supernova
In his champagne

There ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing wrong
With a classic
With a classic
The trends come and fade
So somebody else can make
Some paper or plastic

That's why my mama always said
Ain't nothing wrong
With a classic
With a classic
And baby that's what he is
He'll be looking good
No matter what decade we're in

Well no, no, no!
No, no, no!
There ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing wrong

Like an old Cadillac or some worn out vinyl
There's no one he couldn't possibly rival
Like Coronas on the beach in the setting sun
There's no way for him to be outdone
White tee blue jeans and some beat up sneaks
Year after year looking at him I'll be weak in the knees
Wanna know what's behind those pale blue eyes
And that's exactly why

There ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing wrong
With a classic
With a classic
The trends come and fade
So somebody else can make
Some paper or plastic

That's why my mama always said
Ain't nothing wrong with a classic
With a classic
And baby that's what he is
He'll be looking good
No matter what decade we're in

Hey yeah yeah yeah
Come on!
Hey yeah!