I bet you think you're hip like that I bet you still worship Kerouac And just like him, I tend to think you're overrated I'm sure you write a great folk song I bet you love a-runnin' on and on Like you're some Kind of Van Zandt Second Coming I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you run this town Love that all your lackeys hang around The King of Clubs, Always holding back your aces I bet you like to walk real tall Wearing your plaid and overalls When in fact, You've never seen a horse or stable I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool But I can see right through Every pick and strum you play And all of your self-doubt Bleeds right through the words you say I bet you think you're some outlaw Donning a ten gallon faux pas How unique, You even ride a motorcycle I bet you like to act real shy Leaving your women high and dry Skipping town, Without a sound in the night I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool I bet you think you're cool