Lyrics Freaks, Nerds, and Romantics

I gotta song stuck in my head
Walking down street number nine
I sing it out loud with my friends
And we're all having a good time
We all waited for weeks
Now we're hanging in the streets of NYC
We gotta go
To the show
Even though
We're all underage

Outside the firehall in PA
In rained on three hundred kids all day
When the cops shut it down
No one went away
We're gonna play
No matter what they say

Three or four people showed up in
Albuquerque
The alternator died somewhere
Between Mankato and Rapid city
Strangers in some strange lands
In LA
The enchilladas made us sick but
That's okay

Growing up we didn't wanna be like them
It was tough to know who were our friends
Killing time playing basements way back when
In alot of ways nothing's changed
Between now and then
Some say they feel let down
I wonder why they still hang around
I wonder where all these good things could be
Then I realized that somehow
I found them in me

We're gonna play no matter what they say
We're gonna play no matter what they say
We're gonna play no matter what they say
We're gonna play no matter what they say