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).