Blazing a trail to the Southern cities From the streets of our hometown Basement bars, we played from the heart In the company of our friends If I write down these memories That I have saved away Photographs of the years that have passed Inside my little brain You're cool and cred like Fogerty I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label You're the buffet, I'm just the table I'm a Ford Temple, you're a Maserati You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley You're the Concord, I'm economy I make the dough, but you get the glory Big fish, small pond and some cover songs That we sang along the way We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lounge Cheese, burgers and chocolate shakes And once I got drunk with Jeb I told him I was in love with you But I love you like a brother So I guess that half of it was true And you're cool and cred like Fogerty I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label You're the buffet, I'm just the table I'm a Dodge Sparkle, you're a Lamborghini You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley You're the Concord, I'm economy I make the dough, but you get the glory If I write down these memories That I have saved away Photographs of the years that have passed Inside my little brain I'm sure it's been said in the finer print You make me look like Janet May Heavy rotation on the CBC Whatever in hell that really means, yeah You're cool and cred like Fogerty I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s You're the Concord, I'm economy I make the dough, but you get the glory You get the glory, you get the glory
