He traded in his sweatpants for some skinny jeans
And traded in his stick for a guitar
He tore apart his tennis shoes, turned off the TV, and tried to see his future in the stars
He stopped getting invited to the parties
But the parties, they weren't that great anyway
He said, "I'd rather be at home with my Kerouac alone, then hear what all those losers have to say!"
He just wanted to be different
He just wanted to be different, different, different
He started hanging out with a different sorta crowd
I guess they were communists, or anarchists, or Schindler's list (whatever!!)
They purchased different products, they went to different shows, and never spoke without sounding clever
But every conversation went in circles, and every night and endless bitch and moan
You see it's easy to complain when your thoughts are paraphrased, rather than opinions of your own
They just wanted to be different
He just wanted to be different, different, different
I think everyone wants to be different
Too bad we're not that different at all
Sure we like to shop at a couple different stores
But we're all still shopping at the mall
And you can be an athlete or a skater
You can change it up or break the mold
Just don't call me asking for a refund
On whatever garbage you got sold