Oh Hipster oh hipster
You’re unique and you’re plaid
You won’t listen to Kanye
That wouldn’t be rad
You go on excursions to find the latest band
If the show wasn’t indie, it surely will be panned
Anything that’s popular and you’ll likely be repulsed
You’re different, you’re better, the mainstream makes you convulse
You’re tolerant of everyone
Except for Johnny Eichmann
Or anyone, in between
Who doesn’t have a fixit bike, man
Everything that’s lame
you knew when it was cool
And everything that’s awesome
was better in high school
You’re the smartest guy in every class
Because you say you are
With your cocky voice and A&A
We should not go so far
To say that maybe in some cosmic way
your lust to not conform
Has left you not unique at all
But an archaetype, a norm
