Feeling old and bohemian and loving it. That probably has very little to do with the lyrics of this song, which for all I can tell is about eating old reggae 45's.
Also I'm pretty sure at around 2:07 they're singing about giving Silent Bob a satellite soda. Listen, you don't listen to Pylon for the lyrics, okay? You do it because everything Vanessa Briscoe-Hay does is pure and good and loud.