Prologue

Stick up your hands oh baby

You can believe or maybe

Drink all your money

'Till you paint your face, what a waist

Fill up your tank with bubbles

And if they say you're trouble

Laugh at the guy with goggles

He's a hunk, but a skunk

Everyday people, They rush to the e-hole

They light up their pianos

with underwear in their hair

Left, right and center

a box with distemper

the future remembers

The sticker happy parade!