[Verse 1]Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoesSitting in the back of the class; I was just like youAlways left out, never fit inOwning that path you're walking inMr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood[Verse 2]Now, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radioBut you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and rollElvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard,and think Jeff Tweedy is one bad motherMr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood[Chorus]One day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the bandGuitar Hero with lightning handsAnd the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your armsThey'll be helpless to your musical charmsAnd they'll all hold up their handsAnd they'll all wanna danceWith Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood[Verse 3] (Strummed)First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a railRed hair tied up in a blue bandanna; she was hotter than the devil's HellShe turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and ginHer daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy's old .410I'm Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood[Chorus 2]Had an ax to grind, so off I wentMad at the sun for coming up againI lost religion, found my soul in the bluesRubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoesYeah, everybody held up their handsAnd every soul on Beale Street dancedWith Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood[Verse 4] (Faster)So I went with it like a colt on my PlymouthThrough the glass behind my rear-viewTook a left when the world went right down 16th AvenuePlayed with fire and I played on ledgesEvery circus, stage, and county fairI tried to file my points, sand my edges, and I just grew out my hairI'm Mr. Misunderstood, I'm Mr. Misunderstood[Chorus 3]They're standing in line, chasing the buzzTil the next big things and already wasAnd hell if they know what they're trying to findIf it ain't that same old, been-done kindYeah, gives the head-scratchers fitsWondering how in the hell they missedMr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood[Verse 5]Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoesSitting in the back of the class; I was just like youMr. Misunderstood (I understand)(x5)I'm Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)[Outro]Na na nananaNa na nananaNa na nananaNa na nanana
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[Verse 1]
Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you
Always left out, never fit in
Owning that path you're walking in
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
[Verse 2]
Now, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and roll
Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard,
and think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
[Chorus]
One day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the band
Guitar Hero with lightning hands
And the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
They'll be helpless to your musical charms
And they'll all hold up their hands
And they'll all wanna dance
With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
[Verse 3] (Strummed)
First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue bandanna; she was hotter than the devil's Hell
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy's old .410
I'm Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
[Chorus 2]
Had an ax to grind, so off I went
Mad at the sun for coming up again
I lost religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, everybody held up their hands
And every soul on Beale Street danced
With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
[Verse 4] (Faster)
So I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth
Through the glass behind my rear-view
Took a left when the world went right down 16th Avenue
Played with fire and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and county fair
I tried to file my points, sand my edges, and I just grew out my hair
I'm Mr. Misunderstood, I'm Mr. Misunderstood
[Chorus 3]
They're standing in line, chasing the buzz
Til the next big things and already was
And hell if they know what they're trying to find
If it ain't that same old, been-done kind
Yeah, gives the head-scratchers fits
Wondering how in the hell they missed
Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood
[Verse 5]
Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you
Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
(x5)
I'm Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)
[Outro]
Na na nanana
Na na nanana
Na na nanana
Na na nanana
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