Cool Is For Posers

by A. Karpinski
Song © 2003 A. Karpinski, BMI, all rights reserved

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Hey, over there, see that
Preening little rooster, he thinks he's, oh, so cool
If clothes do make a man, well, they make this guy a fool
Cool is for posers, cool is for posers
Got himself some money, got such perfect hair
Fixated on an image, inside he's vaporware

Cruising in his Beemer, lays smoke in every gear
Cell phone is a permanent attachment to his ear
Cool is for posers, cool is for posers
Addicted to attention, got to get his fix
Just put him in the spotlight and he oozes super slick

Sizing up the blonds, hustling the reds
Thinks he's Richard Gere, a stallion when in bed
Cool is for posers, cool is for posers
Trying to charm the babes with his over rehearsed lines
When he does get lucky, it's proof that love is blind

I'm laughing at you're back, I'm laughing in your face
Such a silly, silly boy, I'd love to put you in your place
Cool is for posers, cool is for posers
You got everything you want, got everything you need
Except for common sense or any hint of dignity

Now he's really peaked, he's singing in a band
How'd these dweebs get suckered into thinking that he can
Cool is for posers, cool is for posers
Prancing `cross the stage, making all the right moves
Expressions so intense, Mr. Super Smooth
Shuffles to the left, sways to the right
He steps up to the microphone and DIES!!