I miss the 90′s,
It was easy to be cool
Wearing kickers, hooped earrings, and rolled up skirts to school.
I knew what I had to do,
I knew what I had to wear,
I understood that glittery scrunchies were a must-have for my hair.
But now the rules have changed,
The logic is askew
To be cool, I must be different, the opposite to you.
That makes things quite difficult, us all trying to be unique.
To take up crazy pastimes and be arty and chic.
But I don’t like vintage or knitting or burlesque,
I can’t fathom the appeal of cheese clubs and chess.
I propose we make the norm cool again, its tiring being obscure.
I vote for daytime TV, pub quizzes and matching couture.