We Can't Handle It Songtext
von The Art Museums

He′s worn his pants like that
For a very long time
To make a scene, to make a smile
Oh yes, he's read those books
And his papa′s reference
Reference comes so short at their brilliance

His favorite bands, he wished he'd been a part
To play that song, he'd give up half a heart
Now he spends all day
Hiding in his room
Shaking in the corner of the hotel room

Oh why, why, he can′t handle it
Oh why, why, he can′t handle it


Well, all the kids have bands
And they play really good
They sound so hip
They move you like they should
And at the show last night
The crowd was so hip
They hardly had the nerve to twist and shout

His favorite bands, he wished he'd played the part
Their first single, new, ecstatic work of art
Now he spends all day
Hiding in his room
Trying to play along with Maureen Tucker

Oh why, why, he can′t handle it
Oh why, why, he can't handle it
Oh why, why, he can′t handle it
Oh why, why, we can't handle it