The Birth Of Uncool

Sounds like last summer
Sounds like last summer
Sounds like last summer
Sounds like last summer

If sounding like last summer
Is such a bummer
Then how good's what you're in to
Gonna be, come winter?

If sounding like last year
Is something you should fear
Then this year won't be fine
Given twelve months' time

Why is it that you rave
About what is today
When you'll react with sorrow
Same time tomorrow?

Why not enjoy the sound
Of summer all year 'round?
There is a place, you know
Where the groove police don't go

(Uncool)
Hey babe, you're looking uncool (uncool)
Uncool (uncool)

Sounds like last summer
Sounds like last summer

If something's bad, it's bad
That's a quality it had
On the day that it was born
No matter what the norm

Ask if it's fake or true
Not, "Is it old or new?"
You learn what things are fine
All it takes is time

(Uncool)
Hey babe, you're looking uncool (uncool)
You and me, go for a drive, uncool (uncool)

There is a place, you know
Where the groove police don't go
Bob's your uncool
Very uncool

Let me take you to Uncool
Where old skool is still the golden rule
Where appearances never flatter
Where the rhyming that matters is more than street patter
Where the stars of R'n'B are still old and ugly
Where nobody spells new with a "U"
Let me take you to Uncool
Let me take you to Uncool

Where Ben Lee still dates some chick from high school
Where it's not post-modern to like Kiss
Your desert island discs are full of greatest hits (if something's bad, it's bad)
Where perception isn't reality (that's a quality it had)
Where you get a text message from a library
Where the Emperor's new clothes have got nobody fooled
Let me take you to Uncool