Armac - Don't Call Me lyrics

[Verse 1] Met a kid with a shirt of a band He didn't sew it, so I laughed at him I'd heard of the band, so I glared at him He called me bro, so I hate him [Verse 2] Met a guy who worked at a bar He looked so cliche, so I laughed at him He checked my ID, so I glared at him He didn't have Pabst, so I hate him [Chorus] No friends in the gaze of my horn-rimmed gla**es My ironic mustache is filled with my pipe's ashes Look at anyone else, they're the sheep; they're the fool Don't call me a hipster because that's what "cool" [Verse 3] Met a jock he's a millionaire He went to public school, so I laughed at him His girlfriend is famous, so I glared at him He's ten times my size, so I hate him [Verse 4] Met the girl of my dreams She liked obscure bands, so I fell for her She avoided trends, so I fell for her But she was prom queen, so I hated her [Chorus] No friends in the gaze of my horn-rimmed gla**es My ironic mustache is filled with my pipe's ashes Look at anyone else, they're the sheep; they're the fool Don't call me a hipster because that's what "cool" [Bridge] I listen to jazz (Ironically) I voted for Nader (Ironically) I named my kid "lunchbox" (Ironically) I majored in math, (Ironically) I work for the man, (Ironically) I covered "I'm Too Sexy", (Ironically) My ringtone is Green Day, (Ironically) I'm a Scientologist, (Ironically) I speak twelve words of French, (Ironically) I failed the SAT, (Ironically) I cut off my toe (Ironically) I'm the least ironic person. (True irony.) [Chorus] No friends in the gaze of my horn-rimmed gla**es My ironic mustache is filled with my pipe's ashes Look at anyone else, they're the sheep; they're the fool Don't call me a hipster because that's what "cool" [Verse 5] Met a world renowned physicist His beard was trimmed, so I laughed at him His theories were accepted, so I glared at him He was getting accolades, so I hate him [Verse 6] Met the best musician in the world His lyrics were genius, so I admired him His voice was flawless, so I treasured him The music was perfect (got a10 on Pitchfork) He brightens my life And everyone else's too He's popular as f** So I have no choice, And I'm better than you! Because I hate him [Chorus] No friends in the gaze of my horn-rimmed gla**es My ironic mustache is filled with my pipe's ashes Look at anyone else, they're the sheep; they're the fool Don't call me a hipster because that's not cool