Rich, dumb, white kid thinks that he's everything

Loud mouth, bold headed geek's got a song to sing

Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor

Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more



As always, the same affair

But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations

The tight-assed mum and dad got a lot to say

They stick their nose into every game we play



Turn them inside out on the kitchen floor

And soon find out daddy doesn't have a clue no more

As always, the same affair

But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations



Down, down in the basement of our cares

There's always a phony, count the stairs

Like, like us as something as we come

And like, like us as rumpus as we run