Blatting along State Highway One with the window down
And Sympathy for the Devil loud enough to slow down the oncoming traffic
My sunnies impertinently reflecting the world back at itself
My pouty lips forming a post-irony smile
This is my favourite pose À la recherche du temps perdu
But I’m old enough to know better, old enough to know better
Which makes it all the more fun and frees up the space for
The post-irony smile. Pouting with Proust and Mick
As the Accord, d’accord, behaves its way down the highway
Searching everywhere yeah yeah yeah searching everywhere
The left arm feels better, looks better if the window is all the way down though
Looks damn silly with the window halfway down
Looks like I’m trying to get out and the post-irony will be lost
On the ambulance crew, the cops and the rubberneckers
He was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
That I have to hold the pose long enough
For the world to see who I am
My pouty lips forming a post-irony smile
This is my favourite pose À la recherche du temps perdu
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