FOREIGN LANGUAGE chester's always laughing about my little song he says it's not a bad thing but still there's something wrong i say, come on do you think that i'm old fashioned do you think i miss the mark everytime i pick up this old guitar and turn myself inside out well, i doubt you've ever been so far you ever took the jar and drank until it's empty and the sounds and what you hear around to you it's like a foreign language chester always worries if he's still up to date and when he says he's got it it still seems a little late i say, come on do you think that trends an fashion and what they call the charts are the rules you've got to follow 'till you swallow, 'till you turn yourself inside out