Cool
when i was younger
i wanted to be cool
so i grew my hair long
wore tight jeans
and said things
like fab, hip and groovy
i had the walk
the look
the attitude
and everyone knew
i was a cool cat
y-e-a
a real happening dude
only the mojo wasn't working
so i never got my kicks
i crashed and burned without flying
and the legend died before it ever lived
even the chicks
didn't fall for it
they didn't dig me at all
nobody would respect the fact
that i was hip, popular, cool
exploding like a supernova
it was never meant to be
the gods above made their ruling
and the phoenix never rose again
well looking back now
i can see
i was just a goofy kid
with a goofy hair cut
dressed in goofy clothes
but hay!
at least i was cool
*penned by
Scarecrow Joe
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