Preppy Boy - John Grant

He wore cuffed khakis, crisp and clean

Brown top-siders

And he doesn’t use sunscreen

Navy blue polo shirt

While you’re chasing that girl in the whale skirt

I see you out there

Playing lacrosse, I

I know you wanna be the boss, and

As far as I’m concerned you can, but

You know, she’ll never understand

Come on now, preppy boy

If you got an opening, then I am unemployed

So sick and tired of waiting in line

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

He wore a candy striped button down

He’s got razor-white teeth

They sparkle like a crown

He’s got highlights in his hair

From the sun, of course

I gave him my number

So that after the divorce

He could call me up

If he wants to chat

You know I waited so long

Now I’m up to bat

He’s no Treat Williams,

But neither am I

It might be wishful thinkin', but you got to try, now

Come on now, preppy boy

If you got an opening, then I am unemployed

So sick and tired of waiting in line

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Come on now, preppy boy

If you got an opening, then I am unemployed

So sick and tired of waiting in line

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time

Call me up if you’re down, and you’ve got the time