Kitsilano Boys

You see them with their dreadlocks and their raggedy clothes
and you wonder if they’re yuppies
but you really don’t know
they lay their heads on silk under down duvets
do they spend their spare time shopping up on Broadway and Main
oh, they’re Kitsilano boys
Kitsilano boys

you’re too big for that skateboard
you look just like a fool
with your hoodie and your bandana
you think you’re so cool

cruising down on Spanish Banks
you’re sucking on a joint
listening to that trip hop
pretending that you ain’t a Kitsilano boy
Kitsilano boy

you’re a Kitsilano boy, Kitsilano boy

you love your little grow-op
it’s in your friend’s garage
now you’re cruising down to Starbucks
you’re dressed in camouflage
got a room at your mom’s condo you’re eating all her food
you never work you just complain
you’re so fucking rude
Kitsilano boy, Kitsilano boy

you’re a Kitsilano boy, Kitsilano boy

all the other kids at school said that you’d go far
and you did, you knocked up all the girls you smashed your daddy’s car
the neighbours said they don’t want the language in the hood
you told them to fuck off, you said you’re just misunderstood

you’re a Kitsilano boy, Kitsilano boy
you’re a Kitsilano boy, Kitsilano boy
you’re a Kitsilano boy, Kitsilano boy