Lyrics

LIVING CLASSIC

White jeans and a purple tee
I can hear people laughing at me
But I can see the color they don't see
Flowing out from the heart of me

A fat cat from long ago
A dead heavy with an inner glow
Yeah, I'm the kind of man you wish you could know
If you had a time machine

I got my tang juice laced with ascorbic acid
And my mind's made up, and I'm a living classic

Hey, JoJo, don't you know
It's a freak show out on those streets
Somebody turn me off
Cause I don't belong on your screen
I've decided to be - a Living Classic

I'll tip my hat to you
But I won't talk back to you
Cause I've got no phone in hand
I'm living life on the retro plan.

The pickles are dill and the flavor massive
And my mind's made up, and I'm a living classic.

Don't try to box me in, baby
You'll never take me alive

Well my style is back, and my mood is placid
And my mind's made up, and I'm a living classic

© 2007 Nathan Arizona