Sean wore those puffy vests
Long before the Crips
David smoked some cigarettes
And hid porn by the fence
Jeff J saw Beat Street
And tried hollow backs in PE
Ryan T rolled to attack
We played Battletech and RPGs
We were uncool
We didn't mind
We wasted time and drew robots at school
We were online before you
No girls in mind so we made our own rules
Mr. C went on a yelling spree
The men made him president
Matt's dad was chief of staff
In charge of Moon Patrol and Missile Command
And when the robots called
And told us about it all
We joined the space trade
And they were into what we made
'Cause Ween and Roger Dean are cool
But we weren't cool
We were not cool
My brain is part of a bank
That works for a bank that works all night
Because when we screwed them
Our own robot force would not fight
We were uncool
Too bad alliance with girls was assumed
Bionic rule
Affords less free time
But there's something to do