Racing Like a Pro - The National

You’re pink, you’re young, you’re middle class

They say it doesn’t matter

Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands

You’re shooting up the ladder

Your mind is racing like a pro now

Oh my god, it doesn’t mean a lot to you

One time you were a glowing young ruffian

Oh my god, it was a million years ago

Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something

Sometimes you stay in bed

Sometimes you go la di da di da di da da

Until your eyes roll back into your head

Your mind is racing like a pro now

Oh my god, it doesn’t mean a lot to you

One time you were a glowing young ruffian

Oh my god, it was a million years ago

You’re dumbstruck baby

You’re dumbstruck baby, now you know

You’re dumbstruck baby

You’re dumbstruck baby, now you know

Your mind is racing like a pro now

Oh my god, it doesn’t mean a lot to you

One time you were a glowing young ruffian

Oh my god, it was a million years ago

You’re dumbstruck baby

You’re dumbstruck baby, now you know

You’re dumbstruck baby

You’re dumbstruck baby, now you know

You’re dumbstruck baby