(One, two, one)

Maybe it would be fun
To get a new opinion
Get a little work done
And forget
Maybe it would be cool
If I rocked it old school
Try to break a gold rule
And a sweat
Better than the first time
Better than the worst time
If I could just reverse time
I'd be set

Testing one, two, three
Can anybody hear me?
If I shed the irony
Would everybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me
Would I be in the clear?

She got a new apartment
It's out on the escarpment
And in her glove compartment
Are my songs
She hasn't even heard them
Since she found out what the words meant
She decided she preferred them
All wrong
Kind of like the last time
With a bunch of really fast rhymes
If we're living in the past I'm
Soon gone

Testing one, two, three
Can anybody hear me?
If I shed the irony
Would everybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me
Would I be in the clear?

We recognize the present
Is half as pleasant
As our nostalgia for
A past that we resented
Recast and reinvented
Until it's how we meant it

Testing one, two, three
Can anybody hear me?
If I shed the irony
Would anybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me
Would I be in the clear?

He's everything that you need
He wiped out on your ten speed
And either he will succeed
Or just suck

Testing one, two, three
Can anybody hear me?
If I shed the irony
Would everybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me
Would I be in the clear?
Begin the testing one, two, three
Can anybody hear me?
If I shed the irony
Would everybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me
Would I be in the clear, G?

(Testing one, two, three
Testing one, two, three)

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ed Robertson, Steven Page