Blazing a trail to the Southern cities   From the streets of our hometown   Basement bars, we played from the heart   In the company of our friends      If I write down these memories   That I have saved away   Photographs of the years that have passed   Inside my little brain      You're cool and cred like Fogerty   I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s   You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label   You're the buffet, I'm just the table      I'm a Ford Temple, you're a Maserati   You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley   You're the Concord, I'm economy   I make the dough, but you get the glory      Big fish, small pond and some cover songs   That we sang along the way   We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lounge   Cheese, burgers and chocolate shakes      And once I got drunk with Jeb   I told him I was in love with you   But I love you like a brother   So I guess that half of it was true      And you're cool and cred like Fogerty   I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s   You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label   You're the buffet, I'm just the table      I'm a Dodge Sparkle, you're a Lamborghini   You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley   You're the Concord, I'm economy   I make the dough, but you get the glory      If I write down these memories   That I have saved away   Photographs of the years that have passed   Inside my little brain      I'm sure it's been said in the finer print   You make me look like Janet May   Heavy rotation on the CBC   Whatever in hell that really means, yeah      You're cool and cred like Fogerty   I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s   You're the Concord, I'm economy   I make the dough, but you get the glory   You get the glory, you get the glory