First heard them in a city of angels
In the middle of a nameless street
An echo through the alleys and underground
Somebody said “Just take a seat:

“Their best years are already behind them
And the best weren’t really all that good
So stop taking joy from garbage
Just like any man of taste would”

It isn’t cool to like U2
I’m not sure that it ever was
It isn’t cool to like U2
But someone you know probably does

Something ‘bout love and pride
Something ‘bout the IRA
Something ‘bout a bloody Sunday
Followed by a beautiful day

The critics flourish mighty pens
The public’s gonna have their say
They don’t wanna pay anymore
But they complain if you give it away

It isn’t cool to like U2
I’m not sure that it ever was
It isn’t cool to like U2
But someone you know probably does
It isn’t cool to like U2
But I still crank it anyway
I still feel my blood running hotter
When I hear that Ireland delay

I rarely sing this praise outside my car
Or over the hum of my earbuds
“I don’t care what people think”
So everyone says,
but everyone does.
Or, it would seem so.
So it would seem
We never would dream so
But here we all are, so..

It isn’t cool to like U2
I’m not sure that it ever was
It isn’t cool to like U2
But someone you know probably does
It isn’t cool to like U2
But I still crank it anyway
I still feel my blood running hotter
When I hear that Ireland delay