Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Verse

Indie boys are neurotic

Makes my eyes bleed

Tight black pants exotic

Some loving is what I need

Chorus

Hey, I'm starting to feel OK

Lucky number nine, hooray!

Sepia on the staircase

Mirror in the back of my brain

Makes these hot-pants feel great

I used to like to complain

 But hey, I'm starting to feel OK

Lucky number nine, hooray!

Bloody Mary, Mother of God

Grandpa's on the hobby horse again

Damp and broken pants chafing

I'm running out of ethnic friends

 But hey, I'm starting to feel OK

Lucky number nine, hooray!