Everybody seems to have their opinions
And everybody seems to care
I gotta tell you what's on my mind
And what I'm thinking...
But I don't wanna see your stare
Just because I've got a Tumblr and an iPhone
Just because I can't see without my gla**es
This whole thing has been far too overblown
But now I think that it is time to feed the ma**es
And I'll tell you I'm not a hipster
But I could surely make your hips stir
And I'll tell you I'm not a hipster
But you and me? The perfect mixture
We're perfectly total non-hipsters
Looking up the definition of a hipster
Makes me think that you don't know the real meaning
It seems to me that you think I'm an intellectual
And that you're trying to make the term seem demeaning
Just because I like photography and bare feet
Just because I dislike the taste of red meat
You can label me with whatever thinks you think of
But I'll just tell you this:
I'll tell you I'm not a hipster
But I could surely make your hips stir
And I'll tell you I'm not a hipster
But you and me? The perfect mixture
We're perfectly total non-hipsters