Your hair’s all greasy and you feel like a slob,You’re only fifteen and you can’t get a job,Go into the luncheonette and shoot a few gamesLosing all your quarters, man it’s always the same

Your hair’s all greasy and you feel like a slob,
You’re only fifteen and you can’t get a job,
Go into the luncheonette and shoot a few games
Losing all your quarters, man it’s always the same