歌词
Oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, I do
I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeah
♪
I was a high school atom bomb
Going off on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends
Me and my friends sang, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah)
Here's to the middle of the road
At least it's better than here
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Santa Claus
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die
♪
My daddy always was on strike
Going off with the Teamsters
He said that everything will be alright
Not every Sunday can be Easter
The Picket-Line screamed, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah)
Don't cross, don't cross the line
Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to...
Haha, yeah, hey
♪
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die