Hipsters in Corduroys - Lyrics by Mikeo
October 19th 2010
Capo II
Think about the night
Sunday morning all alone
Might as well just get high
And just head on back home
Drinking on the side lines
In a crowded bar room
Might as well call it a night
A little too late a little soon
Chorus
Empty promises I just couldn’t keep
Those old damn faded dreams
Seems like all the girls love the boys
From the ivy leagues schools
Those hipsters in corduroys
Never had a chance
I’m getting use to being alone
Romantic hearts fall
Fall like a stone
Never liked to dance
Never liked the game
Take a few chances
You might meet nice girl someday
Chorus
Empty promises I just couldn’t keep
Those old damn faded dreams
Seems like all the girls love the boys
From the ivy leagues schools
Those hipsters in corduroys
Thinking about the night
Sunday morning all alone
Might as well just get high
And just head on back home
