Hey, Hipster

Hey hipster, tell me how you do it. Seems every joke I tell you already knew it. Hey hipster, it's like the way you dress. I know your superiority is complex. Hey hipster, I like the way you bang the Drums. Make it sound delicious with both of your Microphones. Hey hipster, holding both the phones Down to my dated, antiquated, unimportant sound. Hipster, The ultimate cool's the sound of. The ultimate cool's the sound of. The ultimate cool's the sound of. Hipster, hipster. The ultimate cool's the sound of. Yeah, the ultimate cool. The ultimate cool's the sound of silence. Hey hipster, wish I could sport a mustache like That. Looking so fresh under the cabbie hat. Hey hipster, what's coming out the headphones? And along down to your tattooed bones. Hey hipster, show me where you're going. Unless you're feeling better off not knowing. Hey hipster, is that how escape? Absorb your sermons from a Walkman tape. Hipster, hipster. The ultimate cool's the sound of. The ultimate cool's the sound of. The ultimate cool's the sound of. Hipster, hipster. The ultimate cool's the sound of. Yeah, the ultimate cool. The ultimate cool's the sound of silence. Ooh. Ah. We Are New York. We are Los Angeles. We are hipsters. Everyone else go fuck yourselves. We are Portland. We are Minneapolis. We are hipsters. Everyone else go fuck yourselves. We are Austin. We are Chisholm Towns. We are London. Everyone else go fuck yourselves. We are Tokyo all the way to Belarus. We are San Francisco. Everyone else We are East Nashville. We are East Nashville. Everyone else go fuck yourselves. Are East Nashville. Nashville. Everyone go fuck Yourselves