What the hell am I doin’ here? / I don’t belong here

Restau­rant open­ing par­ty last Fri­day. Won­der­ful food and all gratis. And the own­ers put on an Indone­sian band who played most­ly innocu­ous cov­ers of MOR bits and pieces as they wan­dered from table to table. I just won­der what the folks at the table near the door thought of this ser­e­nade:

I wish I was spe­cial, so fuck­ing spe­cial

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here, ohh­hh, ohh­hh

Sung ver­ba­tim with the band clear­ly not hav­ing a clue as to what the lyrics were actu­al­ly say­ing. Anoth­er day in Indone­sia …

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