Yang Yang

Yangyang holds on to a giant phone

Yangyang's soft voice goes on and on

I hate you, I hate you, where did it go wrong?

Yangyang goes talking to himself on the phone

Yangyang sends his men pebbles and stones

Yangyang rips his women down to the bones

I own you, I own you, so give us a song

Yangyang goes talking to his world on the phone

Yangyang's born with a phone cord round his neck

Yangyang never fails to stick to his kick

I want you, I want you, you're making me sick

But Yangyang, the chords never long enough

To reach your mommys trick

Yangyang Yang Yangyang

Yangyang Yang Yangyang

Yangyang, snap out

Give up, cut out

Tune up and join us

Join the revolution

Join the revolution

No kick is good enough for lifetime substitution

No brick will give you a lifetime consolation

And whether you like it or not

You're a part of the transition

And whether you dig it or not

We outnumber you in population

And leave your private institution

Get down to real communication

Leave your scene of destruction

And join us in revolution

Yangyang Yang Yangyang

Yangyang Yang Yangyang

Yangyang, wake up

Snap out, give up

Come out and join us

Join the revolution

Join the revolution