Song Description

Blink182-style pop punk song about losing a girl to a modern hipster.

Lyrics

She dreams of red Ferraris
She drives a two-tone Dodge
She thinks she's Paris Hilton
But she's more like Barstow Travelodge

But she's got a way of walking like she's riding the breeze
That can always bring a guy like me straight down to my knees
And I'm waiting for her friends to leave, cuz that's my opportunity
I think I'm gonna ask her
I'm just about to ask her
When

Here comes
Mr. Right Now
He's hot
He's dumb
He's young
He's got muscles
And an ubersexy monobrow
Tribal tattoos
And a stud through his tongue

He's got everything that a girl could need
Except for maybe just a car, a house, a G.E.D.
His moves are o-so-tight
So I know what you're thinking
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right

He wants a part-time girlfriend
Just to get him from here to there
He hopes his friends won't see him with her
It's like driving on the donut spare

So he'll take her out for happy hour (prices are half)
Feign interest in her stories, knows just when to laugh
With one eye on the waitress with the heart-shaped ass, oh yeah
But I know she still wants him
Everybody wants him
Cuz

They love
Mr. Right Now
He's hot
He's cool
He's broke
He's got the cuffs
Of his Zoo Yorks draggin the ground
He's got a tan that says
"I sponge off my folks"

He's got everything that a girl could need
Except for money, brains, a job, a personality
But he looks out of sight
So I know what you're thinking
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right

Right Now, Right Now, Right Now, Right Now

I know what you're thinking
I know what you're thinking

Here comes
Mr. Right Now
He's hot
He's dumb
He's young
He's got an ubersexy monobrow
Tribal tattoos
And a stud through his tongue

I know what you're thinking
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right