Be you, be weird, be you
Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Don't let nobody tell you what you're supposed to do
Just be you, be weird, be you

He's bouncing down the street making loud and primal calls
Jumping over every crack and balancing on walls
He's blowing off his energy in ways they taught were rude
But he's learnt to blow off critics too with a ballsy attitude

Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Don't let nobody tell you what you're supposed to do
Just be you, be weird, be you

She's skipping down the street with a smile upon her face
Stimmy hands and punk rock bands she's in her happy place
Her cat-ear-phones are glowing and she's drawing many stares
But she doesn't even notice and she wouldn't even care

Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Don't let nobody tell you what you're supposed to do
Just be you, be weird, be you

They're strutting down the street in their nicest fancy clothes
A frilly skirt, a crop top, and a leather overcoat
All the cis folk stare cause their gender isn't clear
But their gender's unimportant, their agenda's being weird

Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Don't let nobody tell you what you're supposed to do
Just be you, be weird, be you

You're walking down the street doing what you want to do
Just living life the way you want lettin' no-one bother you
Who gives a fuck what others think their opinion doesn't matter
The only view that counts is yours, the rest is mindless chatter

Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Don't let nobody tell you what you're supposed to do
Just be you, be weird, be you

Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Yeah be you, be weird, be you
Don't let nobody tell you what you're supposed to do
Just be you, be weird, be you