Your hair was more than ninety percent black
Always with the scent of ammonium
Your wardrobe colors were likewise in lack
Bright neon colors break the momentum
So you were once a scene kid
Trying to be seen, kid
This ain't Halloween, kid
You're more than a teen, kid
You're formerly a scene kid
Gotta be obscene, kid
Defeat the machine, kid
And be part of the scene, kid
You've found a new use for your skinny jeans
And traded your Vans for Clark Desert Boots
Found faith in new alternative proteins
All of your gadgets are adorned with fruits
So now you're just a hipster
Not a mainstream chip, sir
All aboard the ship, sir
Ain't it just a trip, sir
You've become a hipster
Not wielding the whip, sir
Nothing you would skip, sir
Or you wouldn't be hip, sir
Just following trends
And copying friends
Just playing pretend
Until the end
And soon you'll be the boss man
Everything you tossed, man
Not one to be crossed, man
Always gotta floss, man
Once you are the boss man
Gotta get that gloss, man
Speedy as a moss, man
Once you've become the boss man