I bet my bottom dollar That I can recollect Because the memories are kept On file By the stains on my Blue hooded sweatshirt Thoughts of good times and of bad All the ruff nights that I had I could tell you Through the Blood the cum and puke That left their stains on you My blue Sweatshirt Chorus: (my blue sweatshirt, Remembers all i've seen. My blue sweatshirt, That I'm so reluctant to clean. I'm afraid to rinse away, What means so much to me. My blue sweatshirt, Holds my identity.) Blah…blah…blah… Stains of the memories Help me see All the terrible things i've done Thought of beer and bubble gum Ill look at you and say to myself What a mess my life's become I'll back up for a moment Just to sober up And I'll realize what i've done (Chorus) I'm afraid to rinse away What means so much to me My blue sweatshirt Holds my identity