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We listen to the wrong songs and have the wrong friends,
we go to the wrong clubs and like only the wrong people,
the wrong opinion
the wrong clothes
wrong decision
and we don't care, we don't care, we don't care*
It all started in the delivery room,
I came into the world without style
which in retrospect is pretty shit because
without style there's sadly no applause
At the time I didn't really care
just turned over and slept some more
yeah I really shouldn't have
because since then I always miss every cool event.
No-one here really knows why that’s the way it is,
I often used to think i'd like to go to a fashion show* ,
wanted to be like them, back then I thought that was clever,
of course it never worked out, but I still hoped for sex,
I was chronically sexually unchallenged,
thought football was a bit of a weird sport
and got a red card for that,
then I understood what offside meant.
The cool guys in the neighbourhood form a band
electric guitar, bass and drums
I'm in too, but maybe I should learn an instrument first?
'cause I know that’s what you do
and then all this here rubbish would be worth it
just keep playing scales, man, you can do it
loud but harmless like blank ammunition
I blow into my saxaphone all on my lonesome
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At parties I always listened to my Walkman,
because the people around me didn’t like my taste in music,
I never went to raves, jams or to the gym,
my Elvis-look meant I stood out everywhere I went
and all that I wanted were naked ladies
A girlfriend whose t-shirt I could take off
All that I found was naked emptiness
Tight braces from the orthodontist
I was the superstar without fail
In my new clothes from C&A*
I didn’t have a gang and I didn’t have a crew
no fun and no rendez-vous
I’d love to be in bars with TV-stars
slurping bubbly at a private showing
it fizzes in the glass, how fun is that!
And the next day they all want to know: Björn how was it?!
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I used to be uncool because I was a hip-hopper
then later I was an uncool hip-hopper
Oh yeah life would be so nice if I was a cool guy
if I had it all, in designer clothes
it’s sadly not the case, can’t pretend like it is
it is what it is, it's not gonna win any prizes
we come from Halstenbek, Pinneberg and Schenefeld
unfortunately never at the heart of the scene
all the wallflowers
all the shy ones
all the nerds
all those with spots/zits
all the ugly ducklings
all the left-handers
all the bed-wetters
and all the fat girls
mummy’s boys
skinny boys
beanstalks
whingers*
four-eyes
dunces*
all the worriers
and all the hysterical ladies
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