I don't think I fit into his indie world   Guided By Voices and Velocity Girl   Eric's Trip and Rocket Ship   Rancid and Rocket from The Crypt   Bikini Kill and Built to Spill   It's plain to see that I don't fit      He says my songs are too deep and gloomy   He wishes that I could be more like Jenny Toomey   Just give me my Joni, my Nick, Neil, and Bob   You can keep your Tsunami, your Slant 6, and Smog      What's the story?   He says Butterglory   I say what's the news?   He says the Silver Jews   His Heavenly hang-up is getting me down   And it's making me wonder why he's hanging around      'Cause I don't fit into his indie scene   Huggy Bear and Helium and Half-Japanese   Sebadoh and Sentridoh and Superchunk   And I don't know   Doug and Lou and Calvin, too   And Kim and Kim and Kim and Kim   Yeah, I'm stuck in the past   And he's stuck on his four-track   But I can't get through to his one-track mind   I push play and record and a major chord      Maybe I'll win his heart this time   Maybe I'll win his heart this time