[Verse 1] Back in ’97, high school romance, You had the checkerboard skirt, I had the thrift-store pants. We skanked around the hallways, two-tone shoes in sync, You said “Forever, baby,” I believed it in a blink. One year in, summer hit, you traded me like a fad, New dude with a driving license—man, that stung real bad. I cried in the parking lot, bass in my hand, You laughed with your new boy-toy, waving like a one-night stand. [Chorus] Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up now! She rode the cock carousel, spinning round and round! I grew up, sailed the world, found a girl who stays, She’s still chasing last call in a cloud of cheap rosé! Skank while she sank—hey! I’m winning the race—hey! Two-tone heart still pumping, left her in third place! [Verse 2] Ten years later, Facebook feed, I’m grinning ear to ear, Got a girlfriend, passport full, imported Belgian beer. Built a business, paid my dues, horns still in the van, Playing shows in Tokyo, living like a happy man. Meanwhile you’re posting thirst traps at 2 a.m., Three kids, three daddies, none of them phone you again. Bio says “living my truth,” profile pic’s a mess, Duck-face in the dive-bar toilet—girl, that ain’t success. [Chorus] Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up now! She rode the cock carousel, spinning round and round! I grew up, sailed the world, found a love that’s real, You’re still swiping right on guys who never pay the bill! Skank while she sank—hey! I’m winning the race—hey! Rude boy turned rude man, left you in the haze! [Bridge – Horn break + half-time] You thought the party never ends, Kept chasing that high-school trend. Every Chad and every Brad, Left you broke and kinda sad. Now the music’s slowing down, Mirror shows a ghost in town— I’m skanking forward, never back, You’re stuck on the same old track! [Final Chorus – Double-time] Pick it up, pick it up, one last time! You rode that carousel till the horses lost their shine! I’m dancing with my family under festival lights, You’re yelling at some baby-daddy on a Tuesday night! Skank while she sank—hey! Life’s too short for yesterday—hey! Checkerboard heart still beating, Left you in the dust—OLE! [Outro – Horn stabs fading] Who’s laughing now? Who’s laughing now? Pick it up… pick it up… I’m good, rude boy—how ‘bout you?
