Paroles: Bowling For Soup. A Hangover You Don't Deserve. My Hometown.

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This song goes out to my good friends
Especially the ones i had before the grammy nominations in 2003
And all the girls from back in high school
Who actually spoke to me
Even though i was a fat kid and a marching band geek

I hope this song finds you well
And i hope that you're doin fuckin swell
I hope that your back up if you've ever been down
And i hope that you got the fuck out of our hometown

Here comes a shoutout to the professor
Who said "son pick a path and stay the same cuz charisma is the key to opportunity"
And to all the clubs that let us play
To our family and friends at the music stores for givin us gear when we couldn't pay

I hope this song finds you well
And I hope that you're doin fuckin swell
I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down
And i hope you got the fuck out of our hometown

You know i can't count how many times i've heard people say
Tired of where you're from you're gonna put us on the map
Where the hell were you back in the day
No one came to see us
So we got the hell out of there
So there you have it
do do do do do do

This one goes out to my big brother
For putting up with me followin u around
And makin me smile when things at home weren't great
And not getting pissed when i humped your girlfriend
For letting me take your car to the prom
For beating up the guys that hung my bike in a tree
For handing down albums and guitars with no strings
For never beating the shit outta me

I hope this song finds you well
And I hope that you're doin fuckin swell
I hope that you're back up cuz i know you've been down
I just wish you'd get the fuck out of our hometown
I hope you get the fuck out of our hometown
I'm so glad i got the fuck out of our hometown

You know what i'm talkin about dontcha?
Damn it!