Lyrics Preppy Boy - John Grant

He wore cuff khakis crispy clean
Brown top-siders and he doesn't use sunscreen
Navy blue polo shirt
While you chasing that girl in a way-up skirt

I see you out there playing the Lacross, I
I know you wanna be the boss, and
As far as I'm concerned you can, but
You know, she'll never understand

Come on now, preppy boy
If you've got an opening, then I'm unemployed
So sick and tired of waiting in line
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time

He wore candy stripe button down
He's got razor-white teeth, they sparkle like a crown
He's got collagen in his hair for the sun, of course
I gave him my number so that after the divorce

He could call me up if he wants to chat
You know I waited so long, now I'm up to bat
He's no Threat Williams, but neither am I
It might be wishful thinkin', but you got to try, now

Come on now, preppy boy
If you've got an opening, then I'm unemployed
So sick and tired of waiting in line
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time

Come on now, preppy boy
If you've got an opening, then I'm unemployed
So sick and tired of waiting in line
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time

Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time

Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time
Call me up if you're down, and you've got the time