Lyrics:

The girl who works in the record shop
She says that I am not avant garde enough
Well so what
She only works in a record shop
She only works in a record shop
And I don't give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me

Well we shot fake plastic ducks in the park
And drank cheap plastic wine out of cheap plastic glasses until it got dark
And the only thing we had to decide
Was whether and where we were going to sleep together that night

Sometimes I think that I don't know anything at all x2

And now the queen is waving to me
As I walk down the street trying to mind my own business I wish
That the queen would leave me alone
There are so many things that are far more important to me going on

And the girl who works in the record shop
She says that I am not avant garde enough

Well so what
She only works in a record shop
She only works in a record shop
And I don't give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me

And now I'm strapped in an aeroplane
Flying ten thousand miles over frozen mountains to see you again
But the only thing I learned from the flight
Was watching the birds in the bay of San Francisco at night

Sometimes I think that I don't know anything at all x2