Jackie at the Liquor Store

I walk into your store and see you eyein' me
"Who's this kid think he is, tryin' me?"
It's like you don't even recognize me
Why you wanna treat me like that?

I come into your store on a regular basis
Your isles of booze are like an oasis.
But "He's underage!" is your hypothesis
Why you wanna treat me like that?

(guitar solo)

I ain't going to no frat party.
I ain't buying no Bacardi.
And yet, every time you have to card me.
Why you wanna treat me like that?

(fade out)