Lyrics

VERSE 1:
He wears a workout headband, but he doesn't run
An ironic french mustache, because they're fun
He's a jack of making an ass of one

She wears flannel dresses with, fring-y boots
And her t-shirt says "I'll, cheat on you"
She loves the way he wears those daisy dukes

Pre Chorus:
So, if you drink Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer?
If you store joints in your beard?
Wear glasses you don't need?
And care way too much about your scene?

CHORUS:
Folk yeah! Folk yeah!
If you didn't buy this album 'cause you only like our old stuff
Folk yeah! Folk yeah!
You try so hard to look like you don't folking care at all
Folk yeah!

VERSE 2:
You judge people for driving and you, bike to work
You post tweets when food trucks are in your neighborhood
No visible muscle, but claim to be a health expert

You own an iPhone but you, can't pay for food
The only art you own are, black & white nudes
You only smile when you enter a Whole Foods

BRIDGE/SOLO:
I like pop bands ironically
Got crazy facial hair ironically
I'm going nowhere ironically
I use Facebook ironically