Oh, Oh, I Love You
Oh, Oh, I Do
I Got A Sentimental Illness For YouPlease Don′t Go Away, Oh Yeah

I Was A High School Atom Bomb
Going Off On The Weekends
Smoking Dope And Mowing Lawns
And I Hated All The New Trends

Me And My Friends Sang, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah)
Here's To The Middle Of The Road
At Least It′s Better Than Here

Looking For A Cause
Well All I Got Was Santa Claus
I'm Hanging On A Dream That's Too Dumb To Die
I Feel Like A Cello
Lost Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Way Up High, Too Scared To Dream
But Too Dumb To Die

My Daddy Always Was On Strike
Going Off With The Teamsters
He Said That Everything Will Be Alright
Not Every Sunday Can Be Easter

The Picket-Line Screamed, "Woah-ooh-woah-oh" (woah-ooh-woah)
Don′t Cross, Don′t Cross The Line
Because You'll Be A Scab, Not A Martyr

Looking For A Cause
Well All I Got Was Camouflage
I′m Hanging On A Dream That's Too Dumb To Die
I Feel Like A Cello
Lost Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Way Up High, Too Scared To Dream
But Too Dumb To...
Haha, Yeah, Hey

Looking For A Cause
Well All I Got Was Camouflage
I′m Hanging On A Dream That's Too Dumb To Die
I Feel Like A Cello
Lost Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Way Up High, Too Scared To Dream
But Too Dumb To Die