I don't belong here, ain't running with The Falcons
I don't fit in here, ain't cooling with The Demons
The beat is going all ‘round my head
All 'round my head, and it's all ‘round my head
I love the music, play a three fifty five
They say forget it, it's just a waste of time
I'm escaping, are you coming too
Are you coming too, are you coming too
All my friends are coming over, got a gig next week at the Tote
All my friends are skeletons, play til 3 am, don't bother me
The people like it, they're all singing along
I know I'm Potsie, I feel like I'm the Fonz
That's how I know it's, all in my head
All in my head, man, it's all in my head
All my friends are coming over, got a gig next week at the Tote
All my friends are skeletons, play til 3 am, don't bother me
All my friends are coming over, barbecue, beer and pavlova
All my friends are aliens, play til 3 am, don't bother me
“J - e - f - f - e - r - s - o - n - High - for - me”
One step ahead of the kids on the pavement
Rock an' roll's not a show, it's a statement
Work your way to the top of the fan club
And you'll be with the band in a hot tub
You're ahead of the kids on the home team
Never have, never will be a has been
How do you really know if you're OK?
How do you really know if you're OK?