I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
   well that's the way we always thought it would be
   In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met
   Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet
  
   Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was Coolsville
  
   Well you stick it here;
   you stick it over there;
   but it never fits
  
   And now a hungry night you want more and more
   and you chip in your little kiss.
   Well, I jumped all his jokers,
   but he trumped all my tricks
  
   And I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to
   stick it into Coolsville.....yeah stick it into Coolsville...
  
   So now it's J and B, and me, and that sounds close,
   but it ain't the same (well, that's okay)
   Hot City don't hurt that much but everything feels the same
   Well the real thing come and the real thing go...
   Well the real thing is back in town...
   Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville....
   (Well I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville...
   Well come on honey, take you back...to Coolsville)