Memories - Weezer

Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage

Playing hacky sack back when Audioslave was still Rage

Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit, then have sex

Listening to techno music on the bus where we earned our checks

Memories

Make we want to go back there, back there

All the memories

Make we want to go back there, back there

All the memories

How can we make back there, back there?

I want to be there again

Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies

They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our eyes

In fact we didn’t know what we were doing half of the time

We were so sure of ourselves and sure of way through life

Now I got so many people that I got to look out for

I never know when I’ll become aware and buy some food at the store

I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowed

I gotta get my groove on honey, cuz I’m freaking bored