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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinn Alexander Robinson
Quinn Alexander Robinson
Songwriter
Max Gulati Pugh
Max Gulati Pugh
Songwriter
Casey Conklin Hoerman
Casey Conklin Hoerman
Songwriter
Maxwell G. Pugh
Maxwell G. Pugh
Songwriter
Z Evan Long
Z Evan Long
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Bell
Johnny Bell
Producer

Lyrics

So you want to be a beatnik, baby?
Well I think that you are quite crazy
Driving around in your big, old, fancy car
You're thinking that you're gonna go real far
So you want to be my lover, baby?
Well, I think that you oughta be less lazy
Sitting around on your 20 foot velvet couch
Watching T.V. and you don't know what they're talking about
You know you got it bad
All alone in your dad's third pad
Don't it feel alright?
Don't it feel so good?
Just like they told you, they said it would.
So you want to be a Big Star, baby?
Well you talk your talk and just maybe
In the uptown nightclub for the stars
You'll pique the interest of all the LA czars!
You know you got it bad
All alone in your dad's third pad
Don't it feel alright?
Don't it feel so good?
Just like they told you, they said it would.
Trying not to care about your hair
$100 jeans, they're the perfect pair
Written by: Casey Conklin Hoerman, Max Gulati Pugh, Quinn Alexander Robinson, Z Evan Long
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