[Verse 1]
You old middle of the road a**
Don't know the code a**
Mid ranged, flat EQ, not even low pa** filtered
You probably like gray better than silver
Closet full of short sleeve dress shirts for work
Like Dagwood or Dilbert
If you were a nut, you'd be a filbert
About as edgy as Bob the Builder
Yeah, your whole style's all bu*ter knife
You make Jack McBrayer look like a guttersnipe
You probably get ten types of offended at adult content
In just a friend and do what you like
Do some helium
Sound of your voice is extra extra medium
Anything to dress up your mediocre proscenium
Get zesty
I bet you go to karaoke nights and do Kiss medleys
And that's only a bad thing cause you're the one doing it
Your lameness contagious, pick a thing and you'll ruin it
Human silverfish
The last thing you created was a burnt mixed CD of Wilson Philips hits
Low white dull light but wilted filament
If you're a baby then god damn it, take a baby step
Good grief, you probably sleep in a safety net
Head full of gray berets
Dream about winning but in life won't place a bet
[Hook]
So middling, middling, middling
No riddling
Blink all night and won't miss a thing
Middling, don't say no, go for anything
Try to find a way to go in between, in between
[Verse 2]
Your whole style's all vanilla bean
Let's see you try to fence sit under a guillotine
I'd rather watch nature films where gorillas bring
Than see footage of your life's most chilling scene
Okay, that was kinda mean
I just want you to be less like a limabean
If I could I'd use magic or a time machine
To rewind the thing
You wouldn't want me to, not Inspector Space Time
Just a normal constable
Like watching Keystone Cops move at normal speed
Mistaking all mediocrity as normalcy
You sit at home and watch Boogie Nights without the fist fights or the p**no scenes
You eat plain frozen yogurt
And won't know what to do when reality shows are over
I'd like to stick your head in an empty can of Folgers
I got with your member card from your local grocer
[Hook]