The only lonely boy at the amusement park
Sharing the ferris wheel with his shadow
I tend to get that feeling when it starts to get dark
I no longer get mad though and I sing when I sad so I go
Doo doo doo da da da da da dada

Welcome to the first track where you learn that I can rap
It's been in me since infancy and the Wilde has hatched
They say I'm spoken word and that I'm broke and I'm a jerk
And I say words will never hurt me but they'll shatter my confidence
Welcome to the carnival of sounds in my brain
Step right up and pay admission I'm so glad that you came
To your left are David Cohn and Yolf Wolf, and Tom Delonge
They've agreed to meet and greet you and then bring you along and
Take a little a pop punk, drop the bass, and add funk and you're halfway home in the back of the trunk
You gotta think too much and drink too much but not till you're drunk
I'm the most modest dude I know
But honestly though
Can you blame a crazy person if he kills all his beats? No!
I'm just messing around
Fell off the merry go round
One two to many times
While headbanging to its sound

The only lonely boy at the amusement park
Sharing the ferris wheel with his shadow
I tend to get that feeling when it starts to get dark
I no longer get mad though and I sing when I sad so I go
Doo doo doo da da da da da dada

Your average urban alien white hetero homo sapien
Better at sexting it to you than saying it from next to you
And yes I do think you have me pinned
The introvert who can't commit
Self-deprecation skills are shit
Updating my page on a phone in a subway station
Saying I'm seeking a muse who's seeking cyber validation
I know just why I'm a clown
I made a list and wrote it down
It's the music I listen to
And channel for sounds

The xx is for sex and
I Bump Why? to cry to
Serengeti for my z's and
DFC is for my mind
Das racist for complacency
And blazing for k. Flay
And blink-182 is why you hear me at all today

Now you've been into to the Wilde
And I hope I made you smile
Call me Alexander Supertramp
I'm leaving for a while.

The only lonely boy at the amusement park
Sharing the ferris wheel with his shadow
I tend to get that feeling when it starts to get dark
I no longer get mad though and I sing when I sad so I go
Doo doo doo da da da da da dada

Do you ever stay up late nights
Saying mediocre rhymes in bed?
That’s what verse three is:
Supertramp’s dead
I never got a guest spot- no tour plans
No tour vans, indie bands and rest stops, man
Connoisseur of disappointment
Making music only for my own enjoyment
I guess I got my health
And acute knowledge of self
Getting down down down
On myself, like I’m in a submarine
In the twilight zone of my youth
Seeking the truth or a beautiful scene
Easily upset in the early onset of morning
Telling myself to quit music, using my play count as a warning
Pop stars, bankers and captains of giant oil tankers
Are things I know I’ll never be, and for that, I am thankful
And for that, I am thankful
And for that, I am thankful