[Chorus] I wanna be a hipster, get a couple pairs of pants from my sister Get wax for my mustache whiskers Keep it growing till I'm looking like a drifter Whoooa, I guess I'll be a hipster Let everybody know that I'm lookin' For some cigarettes and some couch cushions For the day that I move out to Brooklyn And start a band [Verse 1] And the name of the band will be some symbols And our music will never sound simple And when people start to like us We'll break up ‘cause people liking is lame And we're weird Weird, weirder than you [Verse 2] I don't sip an I.P.A I sip that double I.P.A Vanilla Stout Brewed with nutmeg and barley from Some country besides Bavaria ‘Cause Bavaria's too trendy and I don't like anything that's trendy Even though I'm just a f**ing poser [Chorus] I'll be a hipster, get a couple pairs of pants from my sister Get wax for my mustache whiskers Keep it growing till I'm looking like a drifter Whoooa, I guess I'll be a hipster Let all my friends out there know that I'm lookin' For cigarettes and some couch cushions For the day that I move out to Brookyln And start a band