The Freaks, Nerds, and Romantics

I got a song stuck in my head walking down street number nine
I sing it out loud with my friends and we’re all having a good time
We all waited for weeks now we're hangin' on the street in N-Y-C
We gotta go to the show even though we’re all underage

Outside the fire hall in PA
It rained on three hundred kids all day
When the cops shut it down no one went away
We're gonna play no matter what they say

Three or four people showed up in Albuquerque
The alternator died somewhere between Mankato and Rapid city
Strangers in some strange lands in LA
The enchiladas made us sick but that's OK

Growing up we didn't wanna be like them
It was tough to know who were our friends
Killing time, playing basements way back when
In a lot of ways nothing's changed from now and then

Some say they've been left out
I wonder why they still hang around
I wonder where all these sure things could be
Then I realized that somehow I found them in me

We're gonna play no matter what they say
We're gonna play no matter what they say
We're gonna play no matter what they say
We're gonna play no matter what they say