Don't worry we've got plenty for you to do
Don't feel inadequate, there's every reason for you not to
We'll serve you from your head to your feet
Like the king of this third world country
We appreciate your generous gratuity
On nights like this when the stars are looking down
They twinkle red and blue then they fade out
I think they disappear because they just can't bear to see
Our dishonesty. But it's so easy
I'm bored, I think I'll write another song
To get across my frustrations with the world
I'll make a rhyme about how I think that I am burning up
And advertise to the world all my private thoughts
I'll make me a CD
But I'll make no no apology
I just call 'em as I see 'em