You've got a feeling something's not quite right
So many targets well within your sights
The trap is set yet not a single bite
On your own tonight

Those dirty jeans, they cost a ton
That messy hair, a top salon
Your Daddy's credit card, son of a gun
Not foolin' anyone

You don't get it
You won't get it
You'd best forget it
Tonight

You walk on up & they just walk away
No one believes a single word you say
Room full of toys & no one wants to play
One hell of a day

You can't believe you're strikin' out so bad
Could be the lowest night you've ever had
They point and laugh, you're so pathetic, sad
Crying home to Dad
And Mom

You don't get it
You won't get it
You'd best forget it
Tonight

You're a loser
Better face the facts
Now they're starin' as you're thrown out on your ass
Again

You don't get it
You won't get it
You'd best forget it
Tonight