[Verse 1]
I listened to your record and it made me want to jump out a window
But in a good way
Dad was yelling at you to come to dinner, oh
With his uptight new fiancée

[Chorus 1]
You said you didn't even know you were sad
But the singer made you realize that lovin's a drag
You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands
You and I we get along so we stayed friends
Come back from the city, shop at secondhand
And bring me a T-shirt of our favorite band

[Verse 2]
You had a little gang down at the cemetery
All caught in costume, all write the poetry
But they couldn't write their way out of a dictionary
You couldn't wait to pack up and go

[Chorus 2]
We were in a happy stage, until you read Sartre at too early an age
You started dressing in black and stopped shaking hands
You and I we get along so we stayed friends
Come back from the city, shop in secondhand
And bring me an 8-track of our favorite band
[Interlude]
(You and I didn't have an 8-track player, but we imagined it would sound something like this)

[Verse 3]
If we were competing in a race to hell
You'd want to win the bronze, silver and the gold as well
You hate most everything and everyone
But you and I get along under the Sackville Sun