You’re drunk I’m a drunk and were in love
You’re a punk he slam’s dunk you’re a whore for…
You believe self-respect is a brand of jeans
You believe in the thoughts of a Buddha
I am far from your ideas I eat Gouda
It’s a little funny how you tickle Elmo
I don’t want to waste this
You don’t understand
I’m in the city and I lost my van
You like the chill of a pill in a soda
You love the taste of the paste that goes in ya
You eat sushi with vanilla and the green wasabi
You wear your shades indoor
Naked feet on the floor
You cross your arms when you’re shy in front of raspberry pie
You eat your greens and it sure makes you feel happy
I don’t want to waste this
You don’t understand
I’m in the city and I lost my van
It’s quite a shame it was a really nice van
With the flames on the hood, in a proud neiborhood
I misplaced it probably ‘cause I am a soulful guy in the month of July
Now I’m stuck drivin’ this rusty jetta
‘Cause I was in the sack with her owner Roberta
I’ve gotta leave point “b” and get back to me
Once you’ve found life inside me
It will take you such a stand
I’ve found a rock you’re so unhappy
Take the wheel I’ll take commands
Now I’ve been walking through the city
Loosing vans and virginities
Be a brave don’t be a slave
Be in control and sing this phrase:
I don’t want to waste this
You don’t understand
I’m in the city and I lost my van