Lyrics, for the grandchildren. It all went down like this:
Racecar
Here in your car, well, we go fast
Every time we get somewhere it’s past/passed
And though we both enjoy the rush
For us old folks it’s a little to much
Do you remember that
Only 15 miles back
Our time was good as it was hard
And girl you look so cute
In your checkered racing suit
I recognize a superstar
In your racecar
Your turn so you adjust the seat
Work the pedals with your flip-flopped feet
Competition one by one they fall
You say you’re a novice
I’ll say a natural
Looks like we’re in place number one
From what I know of the Cannonball Run
It takes one part good dialogue
Another zany fun
And before we know it, we’re done
1984
I kinda like Benny & Joon
And I can dig that Eagles' tune
But it wasn’t always this way
I used to act so gay (What can I say, when we grew up that was a slur that meant jerkish sometimes, plus it rhymed. I had and have lots of gay friends. In fact, I’m gay.)
In 1984 I was 13
In 1984 thought I was so mean
But I was rotten to the core
In 1984
He’s sitting on the curb
Wishing he was Paul Westerberg
Acting like he’s ten years younger than me
Took Florida to set me free
In 1994 he was so mean
Nothing I liked at all about his scene
Couldn’t take it anymore
After 1994
Catherine Keener
I know about the Newport Beach, baby
But I didn't come here for the tan
I know about the Little Knight, baby
But fist fights are not my plan
I know about the macho man, baby
He's big, but not with his heart
I know about the 90's man, baby
Sensitive guys are off the chart
I'd go about anywhere
Hoping I could find you
But I'm staying right here
Hoping you will find me
I'm looking for a Wesleyan/WesleyAnd buttercup
College girl seems my best
Though that sort of love seems inconceivable Our hero won't give up just yet
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