I used to pals with this guy Who'd s** me up and throw me around Then I was buddies with you And your crowd was more my scene And it's all mucked up and I'm so f**ed off It's the same old style that opened my eyes But apropos of that My feet are here to stay And I'll never tie my head To anyone again Used to hang out, it was fine But he was just a mathrock boy I wasn't into that time change After 5 long days it starts to annoy But when I hear the whigs of the afgan kind In the best way possible I want to cry But apropos of that My feet are here to stay And I'll never tie my head To anyone again Well the best that it can be Is not too horrible The worst that it could be Is not impossible