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I Hate Vermont Lyrics
Look out my winter window
And watch the snow a blowin
I guess we're never goin anywhere
The ice builds up in the driveway
But there's no chance for a snow day
It's around this time each year I know
That I hate
I hate Vermont
There's no good record stores and no good book stores
Fifty-five frat boys in one crappy gay bar
(No all night diners and one crappy gay bar)
Why don't good bands ever come to play?
Where are they?
I'm so fed up with hemp adornments
People blathering about star signs
Can't they see how ugly dreadlocks are?
(Dreadlocks are)
I'm so tired of wool socks with Birkenstocks
I'm sick of all the yuppies in fleece hats
If I walk down Church Street one more time I'll die
(She will die)
So let's move to Portland or Port Land
At least we'd find an all night diner where we could sit smoking cigarettes til dawn
And watch the sun come up
But we're trapped in, trapped in Vermont
Trapped in, trapped in Vermont
Go on take it back you can have it all
Go on take it back you can have it all
Go on take it back you can have it all
And watch the snow a blowin
I guess we're never goin anywhere
The ice builds up in the driveway
But there's no chance for a snow day
It's around this time each year I know
I hate Vermont
There's no good record stores and no good book stores
Fifty-five frat boys in one crappy gay bar
(No all night diners and one crappy gay bar)
Why don't good bands ever come to play?
Where are they?
People blathering about star signs
Can't they see how ugly dreadlocks are?
(Dreadlocks are)
I'm so tired of wool socks with Birkenstocks
I'm sick of all the yuppies in fleece hats
If I walk down Church Street one more time I'll die
(She will die)
At least we'd find an all night diner where we could sit smoking cigarettes til dawn
And watch the sun come up
Trapped in, trapped in Vermont
Go on take it back you can have it all
Go on take it back you can have it all
Go on take it back you can have it all
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Story of my life.
Truer words were never spoken.
Truer words were never spoken.
Story of every bored person, stuck in their howetown, where they hate yet can't leave.