Cool at Being the Fool
By Ian Kenny
Verse
Some of us go to bat,
Some of us hit away.
There’s those of us who strike out,
And those of us who stay.
I know I’m not the only one,
Who can’t see through the trees.
I never seem to get tired,
Of begging on my knees.
Chorus
Looks like I’m locked in,
A steel cage of stupid.
Just a wannabe holdout,
Getting screwed over by Cupid.
Got the boots, got the hat,
And an empty case of tools.
Guess I’m just cut out to be,
Cool at being the fool.
Verse
No crazy highs, no stealthy lows,
Straight and steady, I’ll play the chump.
No chasing me, no victory,
C’est la vie, no pump and dump.
No lines of lovers, do they wait,
No need to have a chat.
They know they’re always welcome,
Just ask any ol’ door mat.
Chorus
Looks like I’m locked in,
A steel cage of stupid.
Just a wannabe holdout,
Getting screwed over by Cupid.
Got the boots, got the hat,
And an empty case of tools.
Guess I’m just cut out to be,
Cool at being the fool.
Bridge
Maybe I’m not their first choice,
Could be a far number two.
But one thing is for certain,
They always find me,
When they’re done with you.
Chorus
Looks like I’m locked in,
A steel cage of stupid.
Just a wannabe holdout,
Getting screwed over by Cupid.
Got the boots, got the hat,
And an empty case of tools.
Guess I’m just cut out to be,
Cool at being the fool.
Lyrics by Kenny Proske
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