1990s

So, I wake up and put Nirvana on
Hat backwards and I grab my bong
First thing first turn the Gameboy on
Game Genie cause I'm fucking bombed
I live that baggy t-shirt
Dirty sneakers
Dank reefer
Weezer Beasties I like guys with beater rides
And blood shot eyes
I grew up with a cool big brother
Played in bands and he’d skate all summer
Sometimes he’d lend me records like Green Day or the Chili Peppers
You can find me humming Smash Mouth
Talk shit and I’ll knock your ass out
Hell yea we fucking creeps
Me and all my friends got A.D.D.

Ripped jeans
Flannel shirt
So grimey
Woah!
We are the children of 1990s
Woah!

Bawitdaba da bang I’m so raw
Wanna get down gotta a zigga zag
Ahhhhhhhhh
I’m pretty fly for a white girl right
No closing time we stay out all night
I want that Zack Morris
Nick Carter
Kurt Cobain
I want those Chucks and that flannel
Tied around my waist
Grew up on an island in the sun
Tourist kids they would go and come
Sometimes they’d leave me CDs
Sugar Ray the Slim Shady LP
I show up and crash your sofa
Pop champagne like a supernova
Fuck it
Let’s party like it’s 1990

Ripped jeans
Flannel shirt
So grimey
Woah!
We are the children of 1990s
Woah!
We live this shit
Don’t kill my teen spirit
We are the children of 1990s
We are the children of 1990s

If you want me you can hit me on my pager
I don’t take no emails
You can send that shit on paper
If you need me you can call me on my housephone
If I’m busy then you gotta get the dial tone

Ripped jeans
Flannel shirt
So grimey
Woah!
We are the children of 1990s
Woah!
We live this shit
Don’t kill my teen spirit
We are the children of 1990s
We are the children of 1990s