You're telling me things That you're gonna do Just like you told me all the time That you'd always be true Telling me you and him Yes you're just freinds Where do lies stop And the truth begins? Yeah right! Yeah right! Wear my cross up around you're throat Struttin all around in the leapord coat Noddin' my head like I know you could But you never did nothing that you said you would Yeah right! Yeah right! It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me! Gonna be a model for the neighbors and then Move to California and live with a freind Go to school and work somewhere in Santa Fe Go on expedition down in paraguay Yeah right! Yeah right! It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me! Spoken: Yeah right, You're gonna move to California And live with your good freinds And then your gonna go skiing With your good freinds from school The state school! Yeah right