Me More Cowboy Than You

Friday night, boys and girls I see
Drunk and running around like ants
They all just want to be heard and seen
Speaking their minds and taking their stance
Some are real happy, and some are mean
Some are just looking for quick romance
They want to be part of the popular scene

So they dress the part and take their chance
Boys and girls are acting real strange
Pretending they're welders and cowboys and such
Buying old work gear from the exchange
But you can tell their hands don't do very much
Saying me, me, me, me, me more cowboy than you!

I swear that I'm working class through and through
Saying me, me, me more cowboy than you!
Everyone is glued to their flicking screens
Faces illuminated in the dark
Their pockets are full, and their cars are clean
Their biggest worry is where they should park

So if you see cowboy hats and boots
Chances are it's on daddy's dime
They're all in the bathroom snortin' their toot
Having a mighty expensive time
Saying me, me, me, me, me more cowboy than you!
I swear that I'm working class through and through
Saying me, me, me more cowboy than you!