Hey ghetto boy
You’re not cool—you look like a fool
Hey—who do you surrender to?
Hey popular girl
You look like you’re trying to get laid—like you should be paid
Hey—who do you surrender to?
I can’t help but notice you
Hey hardcore boy
You’re just wanting to whine—you can’t see that you’re blind
Hey—who do you surrender to?
You’ve had such a hard, hard life
You carry money and a great big knife
Because they tell you so on your radio
Gotta love that car
All of those neon lights
Pin-striping dollar signs
You’re bouncing up and down—and hey, your music’s too loud
Are there any dreams you wanna reach?
Is there anything you wanna prove?
Hey—Do you think?
Do you feel?
Do you move?
And who do you surrender to?
Who do you surrender to?
What style is in right now?
Would you tell me anyhow?
Cuz maybe if you do then I’ll look better than you
It’s all about getting boys
You try to act like a superstar
‘cept you don’t know who any are
Except the ones you see on MTV
Are there any dreams you wanna reach?
Is there anything you wanna prove?
Hey—Do you think?
Do you feel?
Do you move?
And who do you surrender to?
Who do you surrender to?
I guess that’s what you wanted anyway
Me, I only surrender to myself
And what I have to say
You think you’re what it’s all about
And that the world just blocks you out
You’re making people mad just so you’ll look all bad
Are there any dreams you wanna reach?
Is there anything you wanna prove?
Hey—Do you think?
Do you feel?
Do you move?
And who do you surrender to?
Who do you surrender to?