Typical Story Hobo Johnson

[Verse 1]
It's a– It's a– It's a–
It's a typical story
Where the bassist kills the singer
And the guitarist and the drummer
Find they're in love with each other
It's the story of the kid
Who clearly won't know what to say
When the love of his life starts to calmly walk away
And it's the story of the dad
Who decides to chase his dream
He quits his job, he falls apart
And he loses everything
And it's the story of the kid who just wants to make a record
Loves and crafts it but nobody ever, ever cares about it

[Chorus]
Well, hey, hey, what's your name?
Talk is for the guys you hate
We should sit in silence
While we think of what to say, hey
Hey, hey, I don't think this is working out
Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house?
Hey, hey I don't think I know much
But I know I couldn't take a good punch
So if you feel like I've been talking enough
Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up