I'm twenty four

I don't own a tie I don't have a job and I love to get

High my hairline's receding

I'm getting a gut I love to jerk off and

I love to read smut I can't beat you up

I can't run a mile I'm not Calvin Klein

But I got my own style

I smoke a pack a day

On a good day

It's two but with all my faults

I'm still cooler than you

Cooler than you

I'm cooler than you

I can't drive a stick

I don't really surf my parents disowned me

'Cause I'm a real jerk

I don't really cook and I don't wash my car

I can't program the timer on

My VCR I hate doing laundry

Can't stand washing a plate

I haven't seen a girl naked since 1988

I know this sounds wrong but believe me

It's true with all this against me

I'm still cooler than you cooler than you

I'm cooler than you

You must realize I don't mean what

I say but lying to myself helps me get through the day

We are the same

We are abbot and Lou you are as I and I are as you

As you

I'm I'm I'm cooler than you