I'm riding on my Santa Cruz Skinny legs, skinny shoes All a poor boy could loan All a poor boy could do I know your dad is asleep I know your mother's fried Grip tape got a hold of me And everything's all right ♪ Get yourself outside Won't you come and go? There's not a lot to the world Make up your mind, suburban girl You see me standing in your yard You pop the window screen Now, you're popping off the top Your brothers decks a dream
Raving down the stars Oh, how your heart was flying Said you're gonna get out Or you're gonna die trying ♪ Get yourself outside Won't you come and go? There's not a lot to the world Make up your mind, suburban girl It's gonna take another 100 years of fairy tales Get you out of here Long distance calls The crashing waves Breaking up again By the way ♪ There's not a lot to the world Make up your mind, suburban girl ♪ There's not a lot to the world Make up your mind, suburban girl I'm riding on my Santa Cruz Skinny legs, skinny shoes All a poor boy could loan All a poor boy could do