[Verse 1 Kimya Dawson, Adam Green, both] Indie boys are neurotic Makes my eyes bleed Tight black pants, exotic Some loving is what I need But, hey, Im startin to feel okay Lucky number nine, hooray [Verse 2 Kimya Dawson, Adam Green, both] Sepia on the staircase Mirror in the back of my brain Makes these hard pants feel great I used to like to complain But, hey, Im startin to feel okay Lucky number nine, hooray [Verse 3 Kimya Dawson, Adam Green, both] Bloody Mary, mother of God Grandpas on the hobby horse again Tamping, broken pants chaffing Im running out of ethnic friends But, hey, Im startin to feel okay Lucky number nine, hooray
kimya, dawson, startin, hooray, adam