This chameleon guy from a midwest town
He's come to the city, get his politics down
New age guru with all that entails
He's saving the planet, he's saving some whales
He says he's a painter, one day he directs
He's changing all the subjects from one hour to the next
With his fabulous new haircut, his 2-seater car
He takes it to the limit but he pushes too far
He's too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool
Too hip, to be cool
So he'll take you out, to some trendy bar where
Some tie-dyed moron, all tatters in hair
Plays her one note solo to a crowd dressed in black
It's an inside job cause he slides in the back
And he comes on out as a rennaissance man
And though he can't spell it it's the reason he can
Bust right on out with some radical view
That he says is correct but that don't think that's true
Too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool, ahh
Too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool
Too hip to be cool
There's one in every town
Too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool
Too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool
Lala laddat da da
Lala laddat da da
Bumpbon badt dant
So you take yourself out, with your fair weather friends
You gotta get real, no time to pretend
When you stick your next out, you can't get it back
You're so full of shit, they won't cut you no slack
And he's too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool,
Too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool
Too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool, ahh
Too hip, to be cool
Too hip to be cool