Blazing a trail to the Southern cities
 From the streets of our hometown
 Basement bars, we played from the heart
 In [bad word] 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 [bad word] to The Vesta Lounge
 Cheese, burgers and chocolate shakes

And once I got [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 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

Songwriters
 EDWARDS, KATHLEEN MARGARET