I'm in with the out crowd I'm in with the out crowd hey Not so long ago I couldn't make the scene The in-crowd wouldn't have me Cause I had no green I used to hear them giggle At the clothes I'd wear And everytime I'd try them They would stop and stare But I'm in with the out crowd But they never seem to care If my clothes are thread bare worn Or the way I wear my hair I'm in with the out crowd And it's very plain to see We don't have fancy clothes and cars But we're groovy as can be hey Can this many people be wrong? The out crowd always knows just where it's at They never come on strong like phoney diplomats We may not say too much but never think we're square A Cadillac and fancy clothes don't put you there Cause I'm in with the out crowd.