This kid is wasting his life awaynHe thinks the guy outta Green DaynIs living in his soulnHe's playing at the bowlnHis mother shouts him down for teanHe's gotta get a grip on realitynFaking life with something he'll never benYou've gotta be yourself, and never someone elsenAnd fit in with societynnHe's 28, but thinks he's 18nHe can't relate, he's got no girlfriendnHe'll never changenHe'll never changennHe's always getting highnHe's living one big lienHis head is in the skynHis mum and dad he lives with never carenNever carennHe's always getting highnHe's living one big lienHis head is in the skynHis mum and dad he lives with never carenNever carennHe said he's gonna be famousnAnd buy a house, and live in Las VegasnParty every night, a private jet to flynHanging round with Madge and GuynnThe way he spoke, you gotta believe itnIn my mind I was reliving itnHugh Hefner was therenI asked him if he'd sharenThis is getting all too muchnHe's recognised wherever that he goesnIt must be nice to be such a heronHe's really changednHe's really changednnHe's vastly overpaid, he's always getting laidnHe drives the best cars ever madenHe's always in the papers everydaynEverydaynnHe's vastly overpaid, he's always getting laidnHe drives the best cars ever madenHe's always in the papers everydaynEverydaynnI call him and ask him for ticketsnHe tells me to go and sling itnHe's really changednHe's really changednnHe's vastly overpaid, he's always getting laidnHe drives the best cars ever madenHe's always in the papers everydaynEverydaynnHe's vastly overpaid, he's always getting laidnHe drives the best cars ever madenHe's always in the papers everydaynEverydaynnAt twenty-bloody-eight he's hanging round with millionairesnDesigner clothes he always wearsnHis face is on billboards everywherenBut I don't care