Hipper Than You
Morning I wake up
Hit the same cafe
But I don't want a cup
Of some lame latte
I drink my coffee black
Only for the taste
I wear vintage trucker hats
They keep my hair in place
I paint my nails
Yellow black and blue
Sure I work in sales
But I'm hipper than you
I give all of my friends
Stick and poke tattoos
And I bleach my ends
'Cause I'm hipper than you
Hipper than you
Finish up my shift
I get off at four
Just in time to hit up
The record store
And buy a 45
To hang up on my wall
By some guy who's not alive
That you don't know at all
Yeah I wear Docs
And they're thrifted too
So everywhere I walk
I'm hipper than you
I cuff my jeans
They're all stone-washed blue
I don't know what it means
But I'm hipper than you
No I don't dance at the disco clubs
I just get stoned at secret pubs
Where every drink is
Twenty bucks
The bartender thinks
Your order sucks
I sip whiskey neat
And I say it's smooth
So everyone I meet
Knows I'm hipper than you
I smoke cigarettes
'Til they make me puke
But every night I bet
I look hipper than you
Hipper than you
And when I'm unamused
I just go back home
Post anarchistic views
From my new iPhone
Then throw on the TV
Something to wind down
I guess you can watch with me
If you want to stick around
But I only watch shows
The New York Times reviews
So everybody knows
I'm hipper than you
I cut my own hair
And I dye it blue
Oh yes I'm well aware
That I'm hipper than you
Tell me how much you care
That I'm hipper than you
Hipper than you
Hit the same cafe
But I don't want a cup
Of some lame latte
I drink my coffee black
Only for the taste
I wear vintage trucker hats
They keep my hair in place
I paint my nails
Yellow black and blue
Sure I work in sales
But I'm hipper than you
I give all of my friends
Stick and poke tattoos
And I bleach my ends
'Cause I'm hipper than you
Hipper than you
Finish up my shift
I get off at four
Just in time to hit up
The record store
And buy a 45
To hang up on my wall
By some guy who's not alive
That you don't know at all
Yeah I wear Docs
And they're thrifted too
So everywhere I walk
I'm hipper than you
I cuff my jeans
They're all stone-washed blue
I don't know what it means
But I'm hipper than you
No I don't dance at the disco clubs
I just get stoned at secret pubs
Where every drink is
Twenty bucks
The bartender thinks
Your order sucks
I sip whiskey neat
And I say it's smooth
So everyone I meet
Knows I'm hipper than you
I smoke cigarettes
'Til they make me puke
But every night I bet
I look hipper than you
Hipper than you
And when I'm unamused
I just go back home
Post anarchistic views
From my new iPhone
Then throw on the TV
Something to wind down
I guess you can watch with me
If you want to stick around
But I only watch shows
The New York Times reviews
So everybody knows
I'm hipper than you
I cut my own hair
And I dye it blue
Oh yes I'm well aware
That I'm hipper than you
Tell me how much you care
That I'm hipper than you
Hipper than you
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Writer(s): Andrew Kaneb
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