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Bowling for Soup - My Hometown lyrics
...2...3...This song goes out to my good friends Especially the ones I had before the Grammy Nominations in 2003 And to all the girls from back in high school Who actually spoke to me even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek I hope this song finds you well And I hope that yur doin fuckin swell I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down And I hope you got the fuck out of our hometown! Here comes a shout-out to the professor Who said, "Son, pick a path and stay the same, cause charisma is the key to opportunity." And to all the clubs that let us play To our family and friends and the music stores for giving us gear when we couldn't pay. I hope this song finds you well And I hope that yur doin fuckin swell I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down And I hope you got the fuck out of our town! You know I can't count how many times I've heard people say (heard people say) be proud of where you're from, you're gonna put us on the map But where the hell were you back in the day? (back in the day) No one came to see us so we got the hell out of there, so there. You have a d-d-d-d-d-d dis song goes out to my big brother For putting up with me following you around And for making me smile when things at home weren't great And for not getting pissed when I humped your girlfriend For letting me take your car to the prom For beating up the guys that hung my bike in a tree For hand-me-down albums and guitar with no strings And for never beating the shit outta me! I hope this song finds you well And I hope that you're doin fuckin swell I hope that you're back up cause I know you've been down I just wish you'd get the fuck out of our hometown! I hope you get the fuck out of our hometown! I'm so glad I got the fuck out of our hometown! You know what I'm talking about, dontcha? Dammit! |
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