Yea, son.

Been spendin most my life livin in the hipster paradise...

Keep spendin most my time blowin lines with hipsters in paradise...

You want to tell me what this is all about?

As I walk through the valley of ironic mustaches
I take a look at my Pabst and realize there's not much left
Cause I've been smoking cigarettes and drinking so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my Polaroid pictures is raw...

But I ain't never wore a scarf that didn't match it
My converse get a little dirty?, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you dancin', and where you prancin'
Or you and your hipster friends might be asked to walk
I really hate to dip, but i gotta smoke
As they look I see myself in the mirror, fool
I'm the kinda hipster the little hipstees wanna be like
Skinny jeans on at night!
Drinkin cider in the street light

Been ridin fixed gear bikes livin in the hipster paradise...
Keep bummin cigs all day, showin off my hipster way of life...