Lyric

Walking by the station, seeing the younger crowd

Everybody's wearing the same exact caps out proud

And what's more, the brims are flat as a board

Back in our day, when we were young and bored

A cap meant a baseball cap, without a doubtI repped the Seibu Lions, that’s what I was about

Hey, what team did you all used to wear?

Times are changing, yeah, I know it's trueI get it, I really do

But I still can't help but stare

The brim of the cap is totally flat

No matter how you look at it, it’s flat like that

Is there a plastic board stuffed inside?

The brim of the cap is totally flat

It’s mysteriously flat, I cannot lie

I'm not supposed to get it, it’s not my style

But for some reason, it’s caught my eye for a while

Coming home on a lazy Sunday afternoon

I see my son’s cap sitting in the room

I pick it up, and yep, it’s that exact one

Beautifully flat, the trend has won

With nobody watching, not a soul around

I secretly put it on, feet on the ground

Turning around in front of the mirror to see

Hey, this actually looks kinda cool on me

No, no, wait, what am I thinking?

I’m just an old dad, my youth is shrinking

But man, it really doesn't look half bad

The brim of the cap is totally flat

Even in the mirror, it’s flat like that

Before I know it, I’m tilting the angle a bit

Striking a pose, trying to make it fit

The brim of the cap is totally flat

Maybe this is actually a look, imagine that

The second my son walked in and saw

I quietly put it back without a word at all

But hey, back when we were young and wild

Our old man called us a crazy child

Baggy clothes and sagging pants way too low

He’d laugh and say, "Where's the style in that show?"

I guess in the end, it’s always the same story

The older crowd never gets the youth’s glory

When you look at it that way, it’s not a crime

Maybe a flat brim is just fine for this time

The brim of the cap is totally flat

The whole town’s rocking it flat like that

There's a lot of things I don’t understand anymore

But it’s nothing worth starting a war

The brim of the cap is totally flat

My stubborn heart bent a little, imagine that

No, that’s not right, let’s just say

It softened up a bit today

Maybe I’ll secretly buy one next time

Nah

My son would laugh, and that’s a crime