Now they're makin' TV without an actor in sight

Reality's the rage, nothin to write
But if you want to see the way it was, and could be
Just plop right in the Freak and Geeks DVD

I wish I had a Parisian Nightsuit, the baby blue kind
An olive drab army surplus jacket,
and an autographed picture of Samm Levine

I remember being buck toothed and skinny,
writin fan letters to Harold Wier's daughter Lindsay
Oh I wish I had a Parisian Nightsuit, then I could be on the AV Squad, too

Then its Tests and Breasts, Tricks and Treats,
Seeing Feedback on a Fake ID Come eat ribs at the Iron Horse, everyone's gonna
But only Creation musicians were smokin marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a Parisian Nightsuit, then I could be on the AV Squad, too

Then its Sail Away, Renegade Seven Minutes on the closet floor (so sore)
Send ya off to college to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is join the Greatful Dead Tour

Yeah, now I'm getting old, don't own Star Wars Underwear
Don't go to the arcade, don't feather my hair
But I can put in my Freaks and Geeks DVD and see it all there
Just the way it used to be

Thats why I wish I had a Parisian Nightsuit, the baby blue kind
An olive drab army surplus jacket,
and an autographed picture of Samm Levine

Oh I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe Gort the Robot or the Bionic Jaime
If only I had a Parisian Nightsuit
Then I could play some D&D, too

Yeah, Aqua Velva, a little dab'll do ya
Oh, I could play some D&D, too