I’m for the guys who br Install super-charged V-8 engines br In old Volkswagen beetles br And beat out the muscle cars at the light br Winning while looking bad, br Winning while laughing silently br At the pointless contest. br br But the guys I’m really for br Are the ones lying on couches br And unmade beds br With books that take them br On drag races up br To the cosmos dripping with br The calculus of infinity, br The guys who sit reading in the br Secluded seating areas br Bending the jail bars and escaping br Into the light of a bird’s eye view of all things, br The guys that can afford to laugh out loud br Because they have heard the best jokes in the world br And know that they are living proof of the punch lines.