They shoot the puck against the wall in your town
Then get f**ed on alcohol in your town
But you would always lose your heart to every girl you'd touch
You would always ask too much of your town
She called across the county line to your town
"Come on, boy, don't waste your time in your town."
You took off down that old dirt road, stiff inside your jeans
You flipped the bird and mooned your meat to your town
Lonely, you were doomed to be
Only as a teenage boy could be
"Hold me," you cried out loud into her hair
Then she just laughed and left you on her backstairs
She played around the only block of your town
And you became the laughing stock of your town
You gathered all your pennies in that old familiar hat
And swore you never would look back to your town
Swore you never would look back to your town