I got so many names but I can't win
'Cause I still don't know where I fit in (uh-huh)

What am I?
Am I a Generation X-er?
Or a modern post-cubic 90's grunge expressionist?

Or am I?
Just being facetious?
I'm a community-minded self-monitoring environmentalist

I got so many names but I can't win
'Cause I still don't know where I fit in (uh-huh)

I know a pseudo-cinematic cultural extremist
His name is Morris; he works at the video store
He know a post-discussion minimalistic religionist
Who's a poet on the night he doesn't deliver pizza

I got so many names but I can't win
'Cause I still don't know where I fit in (uh-huh)

Hey, you listening, what are ya?
Yeah, what are ya?
Like, have you got a job? Well then you're a neo-industrialist
Are you wearing shoes? Will you be taking them off later? Well, then you're a pre-bohemian
If you're sitting down than that makes you a post-uncomfortablist
What are ya? Come on tell us
Are you a dull expressionist?
A pseudo-echoist?
A photo opportunist?
A Rubix Cubist?
An Olympic gymnast?
A tuck-shopping list?
A list assistant?

You are a neo-industrialist, pre-bohemian, post-uncomfortablist, philosophic in-betweeny...
...with a funny hairdo, bad taste in clothes

What am I?
Am I a Generation X-er?
Or a modern post-cubic 90's grunge expressionist?

Or am I?
Just being a wanker?

I'm a post-inexcessive auto-erotic self-handler

I got so many names but I can't win
'Cause I still don't know where I fit in (uh-huh)