Hipsterlude - Spose

I wanna be a hipster, get a couple pairs of pants from my sister

Get wax for my mustache whiskers

Keep it growing till I’m looking like a drifter

Whoooa, I guess I’ll be a hipster

Let everybody know that I’m lookin'

For some cigarettes and some couch cushions

For the day that I move out to Brooklyn

And start a band

And the name of the band will be some symbols

And our music will never sound simple

And when people start to like us

We’ll break up ‘cause people liking is lame

And we’re weird

Weird, weirder than you

I don’t sip an I.P.A

I sip that double I.P.A

Vanilla Stout

Brewed with nutmeg and barley from

Some country besides Bavaria

‘Cause Bavaria’s too trendy and I don’t like anything that’s trendy

Even though I’m just a fucking poser

I’ll be a hipster, get a couple pairs of pants from my sister

Get wax for my mustache whiskers

Keep it growing till I’m looking like a drifter

Whoooa, I guess I’ll be a hipster

Let all my friends out there know that I’m lookin'

For cigarettes and some couch cushions

For the day that I move out to Brookyln

And start a band