Oh, oh I love you Oh, oh I do I got a sentimental illness for you Please don't go away, oh yeah I was a high school atom bomb Going off on the weekends Smoking dope and mowing lawns And I hated all the new trends Me and my friends sang Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh It's true, the middle of the road At least it's better than here Looking for a cause Well all I got was Santa Claus I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die My daddy always was on strike Going off with the teamsters He said that everything will be alright Not every Sunday can be Easter The picket line screamed woh-uh-oh-oh-oh Don't cross, don't cross the line Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr Looking for a cause Well all I got was camouflage I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to Looking for a cause Well all I got was camouflage I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die