[Verse 1]

She works at a chemist

A bit of a pessimist

Gets yelled at by old Russian men

Paid ten bucks an hour

Some bloke just bought her flowers

That comes in every week for his Ritalin

The lonely chick who grabs a parma

And a Vic Bitty with her father

At the local, there's some shitty cover band

No interest in nightclubs

The Vinyl Room's all I've got

And she only goes with the loyal hot dog stand

[Chorus]

Doesn't it suck growin' up?

Doesn't she know it?

Doesn't it suck growin' up?

Doesn't she know it?

[Verse 2]

Chronic masturbator

Yeah, her parents fuckin' hate her

Been like that since the age of ten

Acting cool, barely eighteen

And at school, she only daydreams

Of pwning Runescape noobs in her bed

Gets along with old folks

Much better than the young blokes

Tries so hard to keep her cool-headed cover

Scared of writing songs that everyone can rip on

Just wants to play

And the boo-arse you call her brother

[Chorus]

Doesn't it suck growin' up?

Doesn't she know it?

Doesn't it suck growin' up?

Doesn't she know it?

[Outro]

Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it

Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet

Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it

Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet