Hidden Lyrics

Today I woke up in one of those cheery, happy-go-lucky-for-no-apparent-reason moods. I left the house, bound for work-still happy as a clam. And from some unknown reservoir in the dark of my brain, these lyrics came flooding:

"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead "

Yes, Smashmouth's All Star came spewing forth. And I, honestly, did my best to skip over the song during its radio saturated heyday. But, somehow it still slipped in and poisoned me. I forced myself on to see how much I had obtained and verse after unadultered verse shot from me like so much cheesy pop lava. (Somebody once asked could you spare some change for gas...) Why? I'm wondering why and I've got nothing. It doesn't make sense. (I need to get myself away from this place...) I never liked this song, did my best to avoid it, and yet somehow it's clung to some shady piece of brain matter and tucked it's way inside me forever. (I said yep what a concept. I could use a little fuel myself...) Was it used so much in adds and during sporting events that it leaked into my memory and encoded itself permanently in my personal soundtrack? (And we could all use a little change ...) Whatever the reason, I am begging for mercy.
Leave me alone Smashmouth's All Star! Leave me alone!

Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming. Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. Didn't make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do so much to see. So what's wrong with taking the back streets. You'll never know if you don't go. You'll never shine if you don't glow. Hey now you're an All Star, get your game on - go play. Hey now you're a Rock Star, get the show on - get paid. And all that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars break the mold.