[intro] I'm writing a song complaining about something new. I think I sound like a rebel or a punk, and that this song is a slam-dunk. But I'll only be remembered for backing tracks for skater videos and games. Where did the 90s go? This decade is so lame! [Instrumental bridge] [Verse] Boomboxes, people saying "radical" and a dollar a gallon for gas. That's where we should go back to, on this current time I'll pass. When I was a kid, the adults said the same things. And we ignored them while eating chicken wings! [Pre-chorus] But no one cares what I'm saying as they play games with Tony Hawk. I'm playing third-wave ska, I'm not even a punk! [Chorus] When did I get old? Will my story still be told? I miss the days when life was easier for me. Now the music that I made is seen as oldies. I can't do anything except complain. I've been left out in the rain. And my only legacy is lower back pain. [Instrumental bridge] [verse] No, I'm not out of touch. This era's just too much. I have no place in this new society. Now, the ones who are getting old are people like me! [Pre-chorus] If all this music was just background noise Then did I ever have a voice? [Chorus] When did I get old? Will my story still be told? I miss the days when life was easier for me. Now the music that I made is seen as oldies. I can't do anything except complain. I've been left out in the rain. And my only legacy is lower back pain. [brass solo] [Chorus] When did I get old? Will my story still be told? I miss the days when life was easier for me. Now the music that I made is seen as oldies. I can't do anything except complain. I've been left out in the rain. And my only legacy is lower back pain. [Song ends]
