[Verse 1]
She asked me if I was a singer, then called me has-been
She said she really liked my band in the early '90s, oh yeah
I said stop saying those mean things, my ego is so fragile
And then she called me a poseur punk
Why don't I drink up and get the hell out
'Cause I'm a sellout

[Verse 2]
That berating kinda bumped me out, so I left the parkside
I walked to my Volvo and noticed I had a couple slashed tires, oh no
But adding injury and insult to vandalism
Someone took a key to my door and boldly spelled out
"You're a sellout"

[Outro]
It says on the side of my car
That I'm a sellout
I play a Korean guitar
But I'm a sellout
I'm a sellout
I'm a sellout