Oh, oh - I love you

Oh, oh - I do

I got a sentimental illness for you

Please don't go away, oh yeah...

I was a high school atom bomb

Going off on the weekends

Smoking dope and mowing lawns

And I hated all the new trends.

Me and my friends sang

Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh

It's true, the middle of the road

At least it's better than here.

Looking for a cause

Well all I got was santa clause

I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die

I feel like a cello

Lost somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high, too scared to dream

But too dumb to die.

My daddy always was on strike

Going off with the teamsters

He said that everything will be alright

Not every sunday can be easter.

The picket-line screamed

Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh

Don't cross, don't cross the line

Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr.

Looking for a cause

Well all I got was camouflage

I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die

I feel like a cello

Lost somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high, too scared to dream

But too dumb to...

Looking for a cause

Well all I got was camouflage

I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die

I feel like a cello

Lost somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high, too scared to dream

But too dumb to die.