Poor, Poor Jimmy

We tuned in our satellite radio and headed out for a long ride
 No more Mark Perento taking us home on the afternoon drive
 There once was a time they played music (remember that?) on the old radio
 When you woke up in the morning it was tuned to The Big Mattress Show
 And we all seemed to know one another (sometimes)
 We all shared that special bond
 Was the love of the underground music that made us feel like we belonged
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Why did you sell The Rat?
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Must be hard looking back
 So now when I go down to Kenmore there's no chance that I'll see Bud White
 All the jocks are still hanging out but with no punk rockers to fight (ahh fuck you)
 Now it's hard to find that old music and these new bands might put us to shame
 We never had to worry about our image because we always had a place to play
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Why did you sell The Rat?
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Must be hard looking back
 On all those years and all the fans
 And all the friends we thought we met
 In that old shit-hole (man did it stink)
 But it was our favorite place to drink
 And lose our minds
 And pick up chicks
 And be punk rockers (at least for the weekend)
 No one was real, we all were faking it!
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Why did you sell The Rat?
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Must be hard looking back
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Why did you sell The Rat?
 Poor poor Jimmy
 Why did you sell out like that?