forget the razor, grow a mane once your hair falls out you won't see it again, no wear your skinny jeans, your t-shirt with a stain forget the razor, grow a mane so she hates your sh**ty car, just remember son it got you pretty far yeah worn out leather, oh McDonalds, someones bra, so what she hates your sh**ty car so throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart, its alright, its all, its alright so there's no jam in your jar, its who you are, its alright, its all, its alright so cut your name into a tree, roll out your sleeping bag that rolls up to your knee and when your eighty five your grand children will see, you cut your name into a tree so throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart, its alright, its all, its alright so there's no jam in your jar, its who you are, its alright, its all, its alright oo'woah oh oh oh, oo'oh oh oh its alright, its all, its alright oo'woah oh oh oh, oo'oh oh oh its alright, its all, its alright don't linger on in just one place board the nearest ship, or catch a ship to space where the mirror sees a crevice on your face you leave it all, in just on place so throw your hands up to the stars, with all your heart, its alright, its all, its alright so there's no jam in your jar, its who you are, its alright, its all, its alright oo'woah oh oh oh, oo'oh oh oh its alright, its alright, its alright oo'woah oh oh oh, oo'oh oh oh its alright, its all ,its alright