[Verse 1]

My favourite hobby is drinking alcohol

But if y'all goin' to the club I ain't goin out with y'all

I ain't tryin' to get nicely dressed

At the door tryin' to pass the am I cool enough test

Bitch, I got my Vans on and they look like sneakers

And they won't let my clique in 'cause we look like tweakers

They want twenty five fuckin' bucks

They ain't even got a band and the DJ fuckin' sucks

That techno gets old in a minute

I'm tryin' to dance to shit that's got soul in it

It's the same beat all night, kid

And even when I'm on ecstasy I still don't like it

So take me to a place where I can drink like a savage

Where people are ugly and beer prices are average

I know I sound like an old man

But if y'all goin to the club I'm stayin' home, fam

[Chorus]

'Cause I've been around for many long days

And ain't nobody gone change my ways

Hey Mr. Driver

Take me where that old jukebox plays

[Verse 2]

Now I ain't talkin' all clubs but I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch

Tryna be the cool table up at high school lunch

Well, if that shit's cool you can call me a nerd

Marching band, chess team, that's my word

I'd rather get held back at the door

When one beer is the price of a twelve pack at the store, and uh

I love it here in the home of the Lakers

But it's Hollywood, it's a whole lotta fakers

And I would rather drink a whole lotta Makers

And roll to the crib with a bowl or some papers

And sit back with the long neck spittin'

How do you think my songs get written?

After that - you can catch me at the local bar

Gettin' loud and obnoxious like my vocals are

I know i sound like an old man

But if y'all goin' to the club i'm stayin' home, fam

[Chorus]

'Cause I've been around for many long days

And ain't nobody gone change my ways

Hey Mr. Driver

Take me where that old jukebox plays

[Instrumental Outro]