| It’s hard to understand
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| Why you change your sound to get more fans
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| But you know that some would never sell at all
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| If they thought you were a ska band so you say
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| We’re not cool enough for your music video
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| We’re not cool enough for your fucking MTV
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| But wait, Mr. Record Exec
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| Don’t you hang that phone up yet
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| 'Cause we’re willing to compromise our integrity
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We’ll be a little more pop-punk
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| We’ll be a little less ska
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| It’s like we never had a trombone in the band at all
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| Woah
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| 'Cause all the kids like pop-punk
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| And nobody likes ska
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| It isn’t 1998
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| Yeah
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| Wonder what it takes (wonder what it takes)
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| To make a deal with Less Than Jake
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| Did they say
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| We’ll get the Gilmore Girl for you
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| But you gotta promise, no more saxophone, guys, come on
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| Cut that shit out
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| But that video came out great (That video? came out okay)
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| Got on TRL for one whole day
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| And you know
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| That all your biggest fans today
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| Were definitely watching TRL in 2003
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| We’re not cool enough for your music video
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| We’re not cool enough for your fucking MTV
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| But wait, Mr. Record Exec
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| Don’t you hang that phone up yet
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| 'Cause we’re willing to compromise our integrity
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We’ll be a little more pop-punk
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| We’ll be a little less ska
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| It’s like we never had a trombone in the band at all
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| Woah
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| 'Cause all the kids like pop-punk (meow)
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| And nobody likes ska
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| It isn’t 1998
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| Yeah
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| We’re not cool enough for your music video
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| We’re not cool enough for your fucking MTV
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| But wait, Mr. Record Exec
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| Don’t you hang that phone up yet
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| We’re not cool enough for your music video
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| We’re not cool enough for your fucking MTV
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| But wait, Mr. Record Exec
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| Hold the phone, stop the press
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| 'Cause we’re willing to compromise our integrity
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We’ll be a little more pop-punk, woah
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| It’s like we never had a trombone in the band at all, woah
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| We’ll try to be less ska
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| Don’t you wish it were 1998, yeah |