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Mom and dad won't you let me go 'round the bay to the town to the club to the show Gordo is driving his grandpa's white truck Don't mind the way we dress the way we drive the way we never talk Bottle of Vodka and five Dixie cups From the front of the cab to the back of the white truck Spikes and old boots and a sense of impending confusion And I've got a five dollar ticket in my hand We'll I'm misunderstood I'm a troubled young hood and I'm going to see the band Yes I'm misunderstood and I just ain't no good and I'm going to see the band I picked up John and Elise at Maria's house She's got her hair spiked and he's got his Clash t-shirt on It's a week night there's plenty of cars on the road so let's go Let's hit the highway go right past the theater The sound check's about over Oh babe can't you feel it The bass drum the snare drum the floor tom all ready to rumble and stumble right into my stomach I got a green stamp because I'm under age But it really don't matter because I'm already wasted trying not to smile because I'm trying to be cool With my pins and my thin tie and oversized suit coat Hands in my pocket I'm pushing my way right next to the monitors in front of the stage The mic stand's got a row of brown picks and the set list is readable From Letras Mania