Getting faster-er
It’s a f*ckin’ crime
(it’s trite and nice, motherf*ckers)
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, I got nothin’ to say!
But I’ll scream bloody murder
Just like I were five
Present it so safely
And pray it survives
Promote it and sell it
With a whole lotta sass
Hooray, Hooray!
For the upper-middle class
(Repeat first verse)
Yawn, it’s the old One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight...