Text: Jack Johnson. Posters.

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all He gets his courage from the can, It makes him feel like a man Because he's loving all the ladies But the ladies don't love him at all Cause when he's not drunk He's only stuck on himself And then he has the nerve To say he needs a decent girl Looking at herself but wishing she was someone else Because the body of the doll it don't look like hers at all So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin Laughing at herself because she knows she ain't that at all All caught up in the trends Well the truth began to bend And the next thing you know man There just ain't no truth left at all Cause when the pretty girl walks She walks so proud And when the pretty girl laughs Oh man, she laughs so loud And if it ain't this then its that As a matter of fact She hasn't had a day to relax Since she has lost her ability to think clearly Well I'm an energetic hypothetic version of another person Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in here Well I'm a superficial, systematic, music television addict Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in Here comes another one, just like the other one Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Because the posters on the wall they don't look like a him And so he ties it up he tucks it in, he pulls it back and gives a grin Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all He knows he ain't loved at all