I wish that I could talk the way that they talk or give you those looks that have you begging for more   Oh, I'm sorry   But I have me to offer and that's all that I've got   I'm not part of the in crowd   I don't have tight jeans or band shirts   I'm just the boy who sits next to you on the bus   We trade glances   It's so easy to play up a conversation    But you will always sit over there   I wish that I could talk the way that you talk or give you those looks that have you begging for more   Oh, I'm sorry   But I have me to offer and that's all that I've got   I'm not part of the in crowd   I don't have tight jeans or band shirts   I'm just the boy who sits next to you on the bus (2x)   Without a number on your back, you're nothing but a 6-foot elitist who has nothing new to say   Without a number on your back you're nothing   I'm not part of the in crowd   I don't have tight jeans or band shirts   I'm just the boy who sits next to you on the bus (2x)