I'm lurking there behind the bleachersI don't know where all my friends have goneI'm in the marching bandWe will rock you in the home team standsWe're on an islandWhat is my name?Her friends likes me but her friend's so plainShe is the queen but I'm wearing a uniform so she can't see me if I can't conform to a popular paradigm and that's why I don't want to be your Facebook friendI'm on the stage, tights and a codpiece Elizabethan age but in the 1980sI'm in love with Shakespeare because the language speaks to meI have conquered my fear but I'm still invisibleI want to slow dance but I'm holding up the wallThis is my one chance and I can't moveShe is right in front of me and they are playing our song but she doesn't know me so it's only my song and that's why I don't want to be your Facebook friendOh I don't wanna be your fuckin' Facebook friend
