| Yeah that's right | |
| Wave your cowboy hats and your Stetson boots | |
| And do your hooptihoops | |
| He got one up, two down, everybody gather round | |
| Fist fight, late night, money's tight, he's got a light? | |
| Wanna stay, meant to pray, dilly dally on the way | |
| On your knees, say please, where the hell're my car keys? | |
| Big scam, fake tan, wham bam, thank you mam | |
| Mastercard and Visa, rollin' up the reaper | |
| No win, no fee, roll up and you'll see | |
| Grab the mic, tube strike, hands up with your crack pipe | |
| So keep on running on your treadmills | |
| And choking on your vitamin pills | |
| (Cause they ain't working honey) | |
| Oh, cash your cheques, big pecks, no sex, shit I'm next | |
| Can't escape, date rape, walk straight, work late | |
| Truth or dare, cut your hair, damn... I don't wanna share | |
| Play the blues, dole queues, win or lose you gotta choose | |
| Richard Brans, slow jams, big hams, look no hands | |
| Repeats, no treats, keep your kids off the streets | |
| Lean cuisine, dirty dream, keep your filthy nose clean | |
| Apple pie, don't lie, boys ain't supposed to cry | |
| So pull out another bullseye | |
| And keep chewin' on your humble pie | |
| (Cause I ain't even hungry) | |
| Oh one up, ten down, everybody's left the town | |
| Tummy tucks, big ups, come and spend all your bucks | |
| Double d-cups, and everybody's out of luck | |
| Street hoes, cheerios, nothing in the grows | |
| Skip school, dog drool, pissing in your swimming pool | |
| Debuts, no clues, no shoes, no booze | |
| Chemical babies, and the dogs have got rabies | |
| Sell out, his songs, more bongs, morons | |
| So keep on running on your treadmills | |
| And choking on your vitamin pills | |
| (Cause they ain't working, darling) |