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!