Nose rings on bassists and wolf hats on singers
Long flannel plaid shirts and microphone swingers
Epic neckbeards and men lacking hygiene
These are the perks of my Long Island scene

Catcalls and whistles and awkward advances
Obvious love songs and manly bromances
Gratuitous comments that are mildly obscene
These are the perks of my Long Island scene

When albums suck
When bands break up
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my Long Island scene
And then I don’t feel so bad