Autobiography
Posted: June 16th, 2008, 6:36 am
Too bad nerds weren't hip when I was sixteen,
today they're cool, back then no one thought
my dorkiness was mysterious, no one thought
I was complex, they just teased the shit out of me.
Kids can be cruel in tenth grade, they picked on me
unmercifully, I didn't fit in....today my hand-me-downs
would be cutting edge, I would be Bohemian,
but in 1964, I was a loser..............a geek.
I dreamed of being popular, got an idea,
threw a small boulder through the cellar door
of old man Wilson's, walked out of there with his
Smith Corona which made me famous,
every kid knew my name, I was hooked,
my life of crime had begun in earnest.
You should have seen the look on Patty Kowalchek's
face when I drove up in front of her white picket fence
in that two-toned convertible, she was turned-on
by my hot-wiring prowess, the hottest chick
at Mt. Sidney High, her arm 'round my neck
as we cruised the strip, I now knew the formula
for success, knew how to get noticed....
Now, I Had Respect !
My taste for women and money would land me
in this place, guess I got a little careless,
and here I am.....for the rest of my life.
At first they picked on me, didn't have the right
tattoos, the right walk, I was the dorky new inmate,
but I knew just what to do.
128354 stared with wide eyes
as his blood spurted, then oozed on the cell block floor
as I slowly removed the shiv from his belly.
Now, I Had Respect.
today they're cool, back then no one thought
my dorkiness was mysterious, no one thought
I was complex, they just teased the shit out of me.
Kids can be cruel in tenth grade, they picked on me
unmercifully, I didn't fit in....today my hand-me-downs
would be cutting edge, I would be Bohemian,
but in 1964, I was a loser..............a geek.
I dreamed of being popular, got an idea,
threw a small boulder through the cellar door
of old man Wilson's, walked out of there with his
Smith Corona which made me famous,
every kid knew my name, I was hooked,
my life of crime had begun in earnest.
You should have seen the look on Patty Kowalchek's
face when I drove up in front of her white picket fence
in that two-toned convertible, she was turned-on
by my hot-wiring prowess, the hottest chick
at Mt. Sidney High, her arm 'round my neck
as we cruised the strip, I now knew the formula
for success, knew how to get noticed....
Now, I Had Respect !
My taste for women and money would land me
in this place, guess I got a little careless,
and here I am.....for the rest of my life.
At first they picked on me, didn't have the right
tattoos, the right walk, I was the dorky new inmate,
but I knew just what to do.
128354 stared with wide eyes
as his blood spurted, then oozed on the cell block floor
as I slowly removed the shiv from his belly.
Now, I Had Respect.
