Oh, oh, I love you

Oh, oh, I do

I got a sentimental illness for youPlease don′t go away, oh yeah

I was a high school atom bomb

Going off on the weekends

Smoking dope and mowing lawns

And I hated all the new trends

Me and my friends sang, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah)

Here's to the middle of the road

At least it′s better than here

Looking for a cause

Well all I got was Santa Claus

I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die

I feel like a cello

Lost somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high, too scared to dream

But too dumb to die

My daddy always was on strike

Going off with the Teamsters

He said that everything will be alright

Not every Sunday can be Easter

The Picket-Line screamed, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah)

Don′t cross, don′t cross the line

Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr

Looking for a cause

Well all I got was camouflage

I′m hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die

I feel like a cello

Lost somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high, too scared to dream

But too dumb to...

Haha, yeah, hey

Looking for a cause

Well all I got was camouflage

I′m hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die

I feel like a cello

Lost somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high, too scared to dream

But too dumb to die