Whatever it is you think you are You aren't A good friend, unique, well-read Good-looking, or smart Well now you know
Well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news I know it hurts to hear But it's true You don't mean anything To anyone but me And even I think That you're blinded by conceit So now you know
Free beer And basement shows Don't mean you've made it It's what you do Not who you were, what you wear, where you've been So do something
Whoever you think is watching you dance From across the room They aren't If anything, they feel sorry for you 'Cause you try so hard
I know it hurts to hear But it's the truth So you might as well hear it From a friend You're a has-been That never was I know it's mean to say But it's something I've been meaning to say to you For a while You're a has-been That never was Or will be
